When you die too many times in this game, you get a game over.

As by yon ivyed cot I strayed, / To breathe the morning's rich perfume, / By chance I saw a comely maid, / More beauteous than the rose in bloom.

Now if we inquire in what part of vitriol this Atramental and denigrating condition lodgeth...

they wolde nat maculate the honour of their people with suche a reproche