My prime of youth is but a frost of

My prime of youth is but a frost of cares,
My feast of joy is but a dish of pain,
My crop of corn is but a field of tares,
And all my good is but vain hope of gain;
5 The day is past, and yet I saw no sun,
And now I live, and now my life is done.

Résultats (Latin) 1:

Meum est propositum florens aetate gelu curas
ordo medicatum auidissimo ciborum gaudium sollemnitatis meae panes
meos ad campum seges farris zizania,
et omne bonum finem vana spe lucri ducit;
V dies nudius tertius et non vidit solem,
et ego jam nunc facta est anima mea.