The Lover recounteth the variable Fancy of his fickle Mistress

IS it possible?

That so high debate,

So sharp, so sore, and of such rate,

Should end so soon, and was begun so late.

Is it possible?

So cruel intent,

So hasty heat, and so soon spent,

From love to hate, and thence for to relent,

Is it possible?

That any may find,

Within one heart so diverse mind,

To change or turn as weather and wind,

Is it possible?

To spy it in an eye,

That turns as oft as chance or die,

The truth whereof can any try;

Is it possible?

It is possible,

For to turn so oft;

To bring that low’st that was most aloft;

And to fall highest, yet to light soft;

It is possible!

All is possible!

Whoso list believe,

Trust therefore first and after preve;

As men wed ladies by license and leave;

All is possible!