Calling to minde since first my Loue begun,
Th’ incertaine Times oft varying in their Course,
How Things still vnexpectedly haue runne,
As’t please the Fates, by their resistlesse force:
Lastly, mine Eyes amazedly haue seene
Essex great fall, Tyrone his Peace to gaine,
The quiet end of that Long-liuing Queene,
This Kings faire Entrance, and our Peace with Spaine,
We and the Dutch at length our Selues to seuer;
Thus the World doth, and euermore shall Reele:
Yet to my Goddesse am I constant euer;
How e’re blind Fortune turne her giddie Wheele:
Though Heauen and Earth, proue both to me vntrue,
Yet am I still inuiolate to You.