Sonnet 5: Three blinde Commanders

Blinde fortune, sightlesse loue, and eyelesse death
Like Great Triumue'rs swayes this earthly roome,
Mans actions, affections, and very breath:
Are in subiection to their fatall doome.
Ther's nothing past, or present, or to come
That in their purblinde power is not comprizd,
From crowne, to cart, from cradle to the toome
All are by them defamde, or eternizde:
Why should we then esteeme this doating life
(Thats in the guideance of such blind-fold rule)
Whose chiefest peace, is a continuall strife
Whose gawdy pompes the pack, and man the Mule,
Which liues long day, he beares, as he is able,
Til deaths blacke night, doth make the graue his stable?