"O Lord, what is this worldés bliss
That changeth as the moon!
My summer's day in lusty May
Is darked before the noon.
I hear you say Farewell: nay, nay,
We depart not so soon.
Why say ye so? Whither will ye go?
Alas, what have ye done?
red, plan. darked, darkened.
All my welfare to sorrow and care