Why art thou all forwrapped 3614 save thy face? Why livest thou so long in so great age?” This oldë man gan look on his viságe, And saidë thus; “For that I cannot find A man, though that I walked unto Ind, Neither in city, nor in no villáge, That wouldë change his youthë for mine age; And therefore must I have mine agë still As longë time as it is Goddë’s will. And Death, alas! he will not have my life. Thus walk I like a restëless caitífe, 3615 And on the ground, which is my mother’s gate, I knockë with my staff, early and late, And say to her, ‘Leve 3616 mother, let me in. Lo, how I wanë, flesh, and blood, and skin; Alas! when shall my bonës be at rest? Mother, with you I wouldë change my chest, That in my chamber longë time hath be, Yea, for an hairy clout to wrap in me.’