Mutability
When
I
bethink
me
on
that
speech
whilere,
Of
Mutability,
and
well
it
weigh:
Me
seems,that
though
she
all
unworthy
were
Of
the
Heav'ns
Rule;
yet
very
sooth
to
say,
In
all
things
else
she
bears
the
greatest
sway.
Which
makes
me
loathe
this
state
of
life
so
tickle,
And
love
of
things
so
vain
to
cast
away;
Whose
flow'ring
pride,
so
fading
and
so
fickle,
Short
Time
shall
soon
cut
down
with
his
consuming
sickle.
Then
gin
I
think
on
that
which
Nature
said.
Of
that
same
time
when
no
more
Change
shall
be,
But
steadfast
rest
of
all
things
firmly
stayed
Upon
the
pillars
of
Eternity,
That
is
contrare
to
Mutability:
For,
all
that
moveth,
doth
in
Change
delight:
But
thence-forth
all
shall
rest
eternally
With
Him
that
is
the
God
of
Sabbaoth
hight:
O
that
great
Sabbaoth
God,
grant
me
that
Sabbaoth's
sight.
