Paulatim

BY violence who tries to turne away,
Strong natures current, from the proper course,
To mooue the Earth, he better were assay,
Or wrest from Ioue, his thunderbolts perforce,
Bid the Sphaeres stay, or ioine by art in one,
Our Thames with Tyber, Pinde with Pelion.

For nought at all heerein prevailes our might,
With greater force she doth our strength withstand,
The River stopt, his banke downe-beareth quite,
And seldome boughes, are bent with stubborne hand:
When gentle vsage, feircenes doth allay,
And bringes in time, the Lion to obay.