Better it would have be for me and better it would have been. Had I not been born, not grown, not beenbrought into the world, not had to come to this earth Not been suckled for the world.

If I´d die three-night-old. Been lost in my swaddling band, I´d have needed but a span od cloth. A span more of wood. But a cubit of good earth. Two words from the priest. Three verses from the cantor. One clang from the bell.