Rare newes.
NEwes from the heauens, all warres are at an end,
Twixt higher powers, a happie peace concluded,
Fortune and Faith are sworne each others friend,
And Loues desire shall neuer be deluded.
Time hath set downe the compasse of his course,
Nature her worke, and Excellence her art:
Care his content, and Crueltie his curse,
Labour his desire, and Honour his desart.
Wordes shall be deedes, and men shall be diuine,
Women all Saints or Angels in degrees:
Cloudes shall away, the Sunne shall euer shine,
Heauens shall haue power to hinder none of these.
These are the Articles of the conclusion,
Which when they fa•…•…, then looke for a confusion.