Simle þrēora sum þinga ġehwylċe, ǣr his tīdeġe tō twēon weorþeð: ādl oþþe yldo oþþe eċġhete, fǣġum fromweardum feorh ōðþringeð.
One of each of three things, before his fear of the time becomes a doubt: sickness or oldness or edge-hatred will always snatch away life from doomed beyond-goers.