Times go by turns, and chances change by course, 5

From foul to fair, from better hap to worse.

The sea of Fortune doth not ever flow,

She draws her favours to the lowest ebb;

Her tides have equal times to come and go;

Her loom doth weave the fine and coarsest web; 10

No joy so great but runneth to an end,

No hap so hard but may in fine amend.

Not always fall of leaf, nor ever spring;

No endless night, yet not eternal day;