And though ye could not see, yet rede and rue their woefull destinie.

But destinie this huge chaos turmoyling, In which all good and evill was enclosed, Their heavenly vertues from these woes assoyling, Caried to heaven, from sinfull bondage losed: But their great sinnes, the causers of their paine, Under these antique ruines yet remaine.

Was this, ye Romanes, your hard destinie?

In stead of them and their sweet harmonie, 15 Let those three Fatall Sisters, whose sad hands Doe weave the direfull threeds of destinie, And in their wrath break off the vitall bands, Approach hereto; and let the dreadfull Queene Of Darknes deepe come from the Stygian strands, 20 And grisly ghosts, to heare this dolefull teene*, [* Teene, sorrow]

whose Æternall motion Of Wit, like Time still in it selfe did runne; Binding all others in it and did give Commission, how far this, or that shall live: Like Destinie of Poems, who, as she Signes death to all, her selfe can never dye.

Thats not it, but cause I would not tempt my destinie: thy sight Would inflame marble, much more me whose heart Is prompt enough to fly into thy breast And leave mine empty.

This Scaene's prepar'd for those that longe to see The crosse Meanders in Loves destinie; To see the changes in a shatterd wit Proove a man Changlinge in attemptinge it; To change a noble minde t'a gloz'd intent Beefore such change will let um see th' event.