8 The Year of Marts Life. 
When he looks on, how youth is gone, 
And shall it no more see, 
Then may he say, both night and day, 
Have mercy, Lord, on me ! 
OCTOBER. 
October’s blast comes in with boast, 
And makes the flow’rs to fall; 
Then man appears at fifty years, 
Old age doth on him call; 
The almond-tree doth flourish hie, 
And pale grows man we see ; 
Then it is time to use this line, 
Remember man to die. 
NOVEMBER. 
November air maketh fields bare, 
Of flowers, of grass, of corn ; 
Then man arrives at fifty-five, 
And sick both e’en and morn ; 
Loins, legs, and thighs, with sad disease, 
Make him to sigh and say, ; — 
“Ah ! Heaven on high have mind on me, 
And learn me how to die.” 
DECEMBER. 
December fell, baith sharp and snell, 
Makes flowers creep in the ground ; 
Then man’s threescore, both sick and sore, 
No soundness in him found. 
His ears and een, and teeth of bane, 
All these now to him fail; 
That he may say, both night and day, 
That death shall him assail. 
