Inconstantia

INCONSTANCIE with fickle foote doth stand,
Vpon a Crab, in gowne of palie greene,
A shining Cressaunt shewing in her hand,
Which as her selfe, is changing ever seene:
That cullour light, she borrowes from the Sea,
Whose waues continue, never at a stay.

Forward, and backward, Cancer keepes his pace,
Th' inconstant man, so doubtfull in his waies,
The private life, one while will most embrace,
In travaile then, he listes to spend his dayes:
Which was the Kitchin, that he makes a Tower,
Then downe goes all togeither in an hower.