A Vow to serue faithfully

JN gréene and growing age, in luftie yéeres,
In latter dayes when siluer bush appeeres:
In good and gladsome hap when Fortune serues,
In lowring luck when good auenture swerues
By day when Phoebus shewes his princely pride,
By night when golden Starres in Skies do glide,
In Winter when the groues haue lost their gréene
In Sommer when the longest dayes are séene,
In happie helth when sicklesse limmes haue lyfe,
In griefull state, amids my dolors ryfe,
In pleasant peace when Trumpets are away,
In wreakfull warre when Mars doth beare ye sway,
In perillous goulfe amid the sinking sande,
In safer soyle and in the stable lande.
When so you laugh, or else with grimmer grace
You beare your faithfull Friend vnfriendly face,
In good report and time of woorser fame,
I will be yours, yea though I loose the game.