"I thought I should have gone to the gates of hell in my best age, and have wanted the residue of my years.

Mine age is folden up together, and taken away from me, like a shepherd's cottage: my life is hewn off, like as a weaver cutteth off his web. While I was yet taking my rest, he hewed me off, and made an end of me in one day.'

I, I which shall bear you unto your last age, I have made you; I will also nourish you, bear you and save you.

There shall never be child nor old man, that have not their full days. But when the child cometh to a hundred years old, it shall die. And if he that is a hundred years of age do wrong, he shall be cursed.