Outwith, for ther was no plesance;[1762]
And thanne into my remembrance
I drowh myn olde daies passed,
And as reson it hath compassed,
Quod status hominis Mensibus anni equiperatur.[1763]
I made a liknesse of miselve
Unto the sondri Monthes twelve,
Wherof the yeer in his astat
Is mad, and stant upon debat, 2840
That lich til other non acordeth.