But double griefs afflict concealing hearts, As raging flames who striveth to suppress. - Edmund Spenser

Tell her the joyous Time will not be staid, Unlesse she doe him by the forelock take.

Let therefore nought that great is, therein glorie, / Sith so small thing his happiness may varie.

Besides, the sundry motions of your Spheares,
So sundry waies and fashions as clerkes faine,
“Some in short space, and some in longer yeares;
What is the same but alteration plaine?
Onely the starrie skie doth still remaine:
Yet do the Starres and Signes therein still moue,
And euen itself is mov’d, as wizards saine.
But ALL THAT MOUETH, DOTH MUTATION LOUE:
Therefore both you and them to me I subiect proue.