The louely lillie, that faire flower for beautie past compare,
Whom winter’s cold keene breath had kill’d, and blasted all her faire,
Might teach the fairest vnder heau’n, that beautie’s freshest greene
When spring of youth is spent, will vade, as it had neuer been;
The barren fields, which whilome flower’d as they would neuer fade,
Inricht with summer’s golden gifts, which now been all decay’d,
Did shew in state there was no trust, in wealth no certaine stay,
One stormie blast of frowning chance could blow them all away;
Out of the yeares alternate course this lesson I did con,
In things on earth of most auaile assurance there was none: