Over rough roads I've come here
from where for fear I cannot move;
if I try to move or take a pace
at once I'm dragged back by the hair.
But I am one who with death at my side
now seek new counsel from my life;
I know the best but agree to the worst
from my bad habits, or maybe my fate.
Moreover the short time that I have
and the misguided course of my years
in their beginnings and at their height,
my desires that I do not resist,
my certain death, the end of these ills
make me neglect my remedy.