"Death: What, wenest thou thy lyfe is gyven thee And thy wordely gooddes also? Everyman: I had wende so, verely. Death: Ney, nay, it was but lend thee, For as sone as thou arte go Another a whyle shall have it, and than go therfro Even as thou hast done. Everyman, thou arte mad, that hast thy wyttes five And here on erth wyll not amende thy lyve, For sodenly I do cume."