Tixall Poetry.
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The cunning of astrologers
Observes each motion of the stars,
Placing all knowledge there;
And lovers in their mistres' eyes
Contract those wonders of the skies,
And seeke no higher sphere.
Observes each motion of the stars,
Placing all knowledge there;
And lovers in their mistres' eyes
Contract those wonders of the skies,
And seeke no higher sphere.
The wandring pilot toils to find
The causes that produce the wind,
Still gazing on the pole;
The polititian scornes all art
But what doth pride and power impart,
And swells the ambitious soule.
The causes that produce the wind,
Still gazing on the pole;
The polititian scornes all art
But what doth pride and power impart,
And swells the ambitious soule.
But he whom heavenly fire doth warme,
And, gainst these powerfull follys arme,
Doth soberly disdaine,
All these fond human misterys,
As the deceitful and unwise
Distempers of the braine.
And, gainst these powerfull follys arme,
Doth soberly disdaine,
All these fond human misterys,
As the deceitful and unwise
Distempers of the braine.
