"The World, that all containes, is ever moving, The Starres within their spheres for ever turned, Nature (the Queene of Change) to change is loving, And Forme to matter new, is still adjourned.Fortune our phansie-God, to varie liketh, Place is not bound to things within it placed, The present time upon time passed striketh, With Phaebus wandring course the earth is graced. The Ayre still moves, and by its moving cleareth The Fire, up ascends, and planets feedeth, The Water passeth on, and all lets weareth, The Earth stands still, yet change of changes breedeth;Her plants, which Summer ripes, in Winter fade, Each creature in unconstant mother lyeth, Man made of earth, and for whom earth is made, Still dying lives, and living ever dyeth; Onely like fate sweet Myra never varies, Yet in her eyes the doome of all Change carries."