Of things unseen how canst thou deem aright,
Then answered the righteous Artegall,
Sith thou misdeem’st so much of things in sight?
What though the sea with waves continual
Do eat the earth, it is no more at all:
Nor is the earth the lesser, or loseth ought,
For whatsoever from one place doth fall,
Is with the tide unto another brought:
For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
Likewise the earth is not augmented more,
By all that dying into it does fade.
For of the earth they formed were of yore;
However gay their blossom or their blade
Does flourish now, they into dust shall fade.
What wrong then is it, if that when they die,
They turn to that, whereof they first were made?
All in the power of their great Maker lie:
All creatures must obey the voice of the most high.
They lie, they die, like as he doth ordain,
Never any asketh reason why.
The hills do not the lowly dales disdain;
The dales doe not the lofty hills envy.
He maketh Kings to sit in sovereignty;
He maketh subjects to their power obey;
He pulleth down, he setteth up on high;
He gives to this, from that he takes away.
For all we have is his: what he list do, he may.