Unperfected

When I bethink me on that speech whileare
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 vaine 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 contrar to Mutabilitie:
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 thou great Sabbaoth God, grant me that Sabaoth's sight.

—Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queen, Mutabilitie VIII.