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[XVII. My prime of youth.]

My pryme of youth is but a frost of cares

My pryme of youth is but a frost of cares, my feast of ioye, is but a dish of payne, my crop of corne is but a feeld of tares, & all my goods is but vaine hope of gaine, the day is past, and yet I saw no sunne, and now I liue, and now I liue, and now my life is done.