O God that one might reade the booke of fate, / And ſee the reuolution of the times, / Make mountaines leuell, and the continent / Weary of ſolide firmeneſſe melt it ſelfe / Into the ſea, and other times to ſee, / The beachie girdle of the ocean, / Too wide for Neptunes hips, how chances mockes, / And changes fill the cup of alteration, / With diuers liquors!
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