Change still doth reign, and keep the greater sway.

Entire affection hateth nicer hands.

Gold all is not that doth golden seem.

Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.

Oft stumbles at a straw.

One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washèd it away: Again I wrote it with a second hand, But came the tide, and made my pains his prey.

But times do change and move continually.