In hart, and chaunge in that great mothers face:
Yet pittie in her hart was neuer proued
Till then: for[190] euermore she hated, neuer loued.
And said, Deare daughter rightly may I rew xxv
The fall of famous children borne of mee,
And good successes, which their foes ensew:
But who can turne the streame of destinee,
Or breake the chayne of strong necessitee,
Which fast is tyde to Ioues eternall seat?
The sonnes of Day he fauoureth, I see,