But now it wants both force and vertue too.
This was the turne of whirling Fortune's wheele,
When we least dream'd we should her changing feele.
Then Time, and fortune, both with joynt consent
Brought us to ruine by a Parliament:
I doe confesse thou broughtst me sweet conceits
Which now I find were but alluring baits,
And I, (too much an Asse) did lend mine eare,
To credit all thou saydst, as well as heare.
Thou in the Project of the Soape didst toyle,