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1 Of God to thy dooings a time there is sent, which endeth with time that in dooing is spent. For time is it selfe but a time for a time, forgotten ful soone, as the tune of a chime. Spring. Sommer. Haruest. Winter. 2 In Spring time we reare, we doo sowe, and we plant, in Sommer get vittels, least after we want. In Haruest we carie in corne and the fruit, in Winter to spend as we neede of ech suit. Childhood. Youth. Manhood. Age. 3 The yeere I compare, as I find for a truth, the Spring vnto childhood, the Sommer to youth, The Haruest to manhood, the Winter to age: all quickly forgot as a play on a stage.[E134] 4 Time past is forgotten, er men be aware, time present is thought on with woonderfull care, Time comming is feared, and therefore we saue, yet oft er it come, we be gone to the graue.