Time fades away like the flower
Man tests his talents at his best and daily fails morality's test
Going fast now are today's hours
Worms do supp on dead man's bones
Not out of love, but simply for the feast set before them
Be sure to give me your flowers of praise now
While I'm yet alive to smell their sweet perfume
Let always your thanks for any kindness of mine
Enter my ears like soft bells
Please do all of this before I go