Lust. Lust from the beginning frequented hath been,
And shall I now turn to nothing for thee?
Treas. Treasure in all ages hath been beloved,
And shall she from the earth by thee be removed?
Time. You know that all such things are subject to time;
Therefore me to withstand is no reason nor rhyme;
For like as all things in time their beginning had,
So must all things in time vanish and fade.
Lust. Gog's wounds, let Treasure remain still with me.
Treas. Yea, let me continue still in my dignity.