Elizabeth I, The doubt of future foes
“ For falsehood now doth flow, and subjects faith doth ebb, Which should not be, if reason ruled or wisdom weaved the web. But clouds of toys untried do cloak aspiring minds, Which turns to rain of late repent, by course of changèd winds. The top of hope supposed, the root of rue shall be, And fruitless all their grafted guile, as shortly you shall see. Their dazzled eyes with pride, which great ambition blinds, Shall be unsealed by worthy wights whose foresight falsehood finds. ”
