From the 13th Century. Anonymous. I found it in An English Song Book, edited by Noah Greenburg. A modern translation is also given:
Long may man ween [want] his life to be but oft for him there waits a trick; fair weather often turns to rain, and sunshine is wondrously made. Therefore, man, bethink thyself--all thy green youth shall fade. Well-a-day! there is neither king nor queen who shall not drink the draught of death. Man, ere thou fallest off thy bench, quench thy sin.
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