Looke how a tree doth spring out of the earth,
So we discend from thence by lineall birth.
Looke how a tree shootes vp, and blossomes faire:
So we, till age or greefe our strength impaire.
Looke how a dried tree does fade away;
So we when moysture failes, gin to decay.
Looke how it fals at length without redresse:
So shall we die at last remedilesse.
Looke where it fals, the same way doth it lie:
So shall we iudged be, as we doe die.