Vaine is all this worlds contention,
Fortunes fraile, and hopes deceiuing,
Chance layes ambush of preuention,
Our atempts of end bereuing,
Future thing are plast
Beyond our weake conceiuing
Minds in euery age new thoughts engender
Till all to fate wee render.
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