After misaduentures come good haps

J Neuer thought but this that luck in fine
Would to my will and fansie well incline.
For dayly proofe doth make an open show
That commen course of things would haue it so.
When stormie clouds from darkned skyes are fled,
Then Phoebus shewes his gay and golden hed.
His princely pride appeares whē showres are past,
And after day the night ensues as fast.
When winter hath his trembling carkas showne,
And wt his frostie foote the spring downe throwne,
Then in leapes Aestas gay with gladsome gleames
That Haruest brings & dries vp winter streames.
The Barck that broylde in rough & churlish Seas
At length doth reach a Port and place of ease.
The wailefull warre in time doth yéelde to peace,
The Larums lowde & Trūpets sound doth cease:
Thus may we sée that chaunce is full of chaunge.
And Fortune feedes on foode that is full straunge,
Wherefore doe not dispaire thou louing Wight,
For Seas doe ebbe and flow by Natures might:
From worse to good our haps are chaunged oft,
And basest things sometimes are raysde aloft.
So Gods would haue, and Fortune doth agree,
Which proufe appéeres and is exprest by mée.