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210 The Isham MS. My prime of youth is but a froste of cares.

My feaste of Joy is but a dish of paine.

My cropp of corne is but a feild of tares.

and all my good is but vayne hope of gayne

The day is paste and yet I saw no sonne

And now I liue and now my life is donne

My tale was harde, and yet it was not told

my frute is falne, and yet my leaues are greene

My youth is spent and yet I am not old.

I saw world and yet I was not seene

My thread is cut, and yet it is not sponne

And now I liue and now my lief is donne.

I sought my death and found it in my wombe.

I lookt for life and saw it was a shade.