To day maysterfest, to morowe he hath no holde,
To day a man, to morowe he lyeth in the duste;
Thus in this worlde there is no erthly truste.
Magn. This mater we haue mouyd, you myrthys to make,
Precely purposyd vnder pretence of play,
Shewyth wysdome to them that wysdome can take,
Howe sodenly worldly welth dothe dekay,
How wysdom thorowe wantonnesse vanysshyth away, 2580
How none estate lyuynge of hymselfe can be sure,
For the welthe of this worlde can not indure;