Tempus omnia terminat
The longest daye, in time resignes to nighte.
The greatest oke, in time to duste doth turne.
The Raven dies, the Egle failes of flighte.
The Phoenix rare, in time her selfe doth burne.
The princelie stagge at lengthe his race doth ronne.
And all must ende, that ever was begonne.
Even so, I, here doe ende this simple booke,
And offer it unto your Lorshippes sighte:
Which, if you shall receive with pleasinge looke,
I shall rejoyce, and thinke my labour lighte.
And pray the Lorde your honour to preserve,
Our noble Queene, and countrie long to serve.