The VIII. Canto, vnperfite. [1] WHen I bethinke me on that speech whyleare, Of Mutability, and well it way: Me seemes, that though she all vnworthyunworthy were Of the Heav’ns Rule; yet very sooth to say, In all things else she beares the greatest sway. Which makes me loath this state of life so tickle, And louelove of things so vaine to cast away; Whose flowring pride, so fading and so fickle, Short Time shall soon cut down with his consuming sickle. [2] Then gin I thinke on that which Nature sayd, Of that same time when no more Change shall be, But stedfast rest of all things firmely stayd VponUpon the pillours of Eternity, That is contrayr to Mutabilitie: For, all that mouethmoveth, doth in Change delight: But thence-forth all shall rest eternally With Him that is the God of Sabbaoth hight: O that O! that great Sabbaoth God, graunt me that Sabaoths sight. FINIS