Edmund Spenser - Amoretti: Sonnet 58 lyrics

By her that is most a**ured to her selfe. Weake is th'a**urance that weake flesh reposeth In her owne powre and scorneth others ayde: that soonest fals when as she most supposeth her selfe a**urd, and is of nought affrayd. All flesh is frayle, and all her strength unstayd, like a vaine bubble blowen up with ayre: devouring tyme and changeful chance have prayd her glories pride that none may it repayre. Ne none so rich or wise, so strong or fayre, but fayleth trusting on his owne a**urance: and he that standeth on the hyghest stayre fals lowest: for on earth nought hath endurance. Why then doe ye proud fayre, misdeeme so farre, that to your selfe ye most a**ured arre.