Mutability
– Edmund Spenser
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.
