What though the sea with waves continuall Doe eate the earth, it is no more at all ; Ne is the earth the lesse, or loseth ought : For whatsoever from one place doth fall Is with the tyde unto another brought : For there is nothing lost, that may be found if sought.
Change still doth reign, and keep the greater sway.
But times do change and move continually.
For easy things, that may be got at will, Most sorts of men do set but little store.
All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
The nightingale is sovereign of song.