We have listened patiently as Mutability made her case. We have watched the trial unfold, with Nature herself presiding. Now, in the closing movement of Canto II, Spenser asks us to be still. The judgment does not come with thunder or spectacle. It comes quietly — and decisively — in verse that weighs every word. Nature begins by acknowledging what no honest reader can deny: “For all that moveth doth in change delight.” This single line gathers everything Mutability has