Then came October, full of merry glee.
Hasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy.
Greatest god below the sky.
For deeds to die, however nobly done, And thoughts of men to as themselves decay, But wise words taught in numbers for to run, Recorded by the Muses, live for ay.
Vaine is the vaunt, and victory unjust, that more to mighty hands, then rightfull cause doth trust.
But times do change and move continually.