357   Y-wis, gret qualm ne were it noon,
358   Ne sinne, although hir lyf were gon.
359   Al woxen was hir body unwelde,
360   And drye, and dwyned al for elde.
361   A foul forwelked thing was she
362   That whylom round and softe had be.
363   Hir eres shoken fast withalle,
364   As from her heed they wolde falle.
365   Hir face frounced and forpyned,
366   And bothe hir hondes lorn, fordwyned.
367   So old she was that she ne wente
368   A foot, but it were by potente.
369   The Tyme, that passeth night and day,
370   And restelees travayleth Ay,
371   And steleth from us so prively,
372   That to us seemeth sikerly
373   That it in oon point dwelleth ever,
374   And certes, it ne resteth never,
375   But goth so faste, and passeth Ay,
376   That ther nis man that thinke may
377   What tyme that now present is:
378   Asketh at these clerkes this;
379   For [er] men thinke it redily,
380   Three tymes been y-passed by.