Astrophel and Stella: 26

Though dustie wits dare scorne Astrologie,And foole can thinke those Lampes of purest light,Whose numbers weighs greatnesse eternitie,Promising wonders, wonder do invite:To haue for no cause birthright in the skie,But for to spangle the black weedes of night:Or for some brawle, which in that chamber hie,They should still daunce to please a gazers sight.For me, I do Nature vnidle know,And know great causes, great effects procure:And know those Bodies high raigne on the low.And if these rules did faile, proofe makes me sure,Who oft fore-judge my after-following race,By onely those two starres in Stellas face.