Time tarrieth no man, but passeth still away;
Take time, while time is, for time doth flee;
Use well your youthly years, and to virtuous lore agree.
For if I to virtue had any respect,
This misfortune to me could not have chanced;
But because unto vice I was a subject,
To no good fame may I be now advanced.
My credit also is now quite stanched.
Wherefore I would all men my woful case might see,
That I to them a mirror might be.