The assured promise of a constant Louer

WHen Phenix shall haue many Makes,
And Fishes shun the Siluer Lakes:
When Woulfes and Lambes yfeare shall play,
And Phoebus cease to shine by day:
When Grasse on Marble stone shall groe,
And euerie man imbrace his foe:
When Moles shall leaue to dig the grounde,
And Hares accorde with hatefull Hounde:
When Lawrell leaues shall loose their hur,
And men of Crete be counted true:
When Vulcan shall be colde as Ise,
Coraebus eake approoued wise:
When Pan shall passe Appollos skill,
And Fooles of fansies haue their fill:
When Hawkes shall dread the sielie Fowle,
And men estéeme the nightish Owle:
When Pearle shall be of little price,
And golden Vertue friend to Vice:
When Fortune hath no chaunge in store,
Then will I false and not before.
Till all these Monsters come to passe
I am Timetes as I was.
My Loue as long as lyfe shall last,
Not forcing any Fortunes blast.
No threat, nor thraldome shall preuaile
To cause my fayth one iote to faile,
But as I was, so will I bée,
A Louer and a Friend to thée.