My Fate

Go bid the needle his dear north forsake
To which with trembling reverence, it doth bend;
Go bid the stones a journey upwards make;
Go bid the ambitious flames no more to ascend
And, when these false to their own motions prove
Then shall I cease thee, thee alone to love
You, who men’s fortunes in their faces read;
To find out mine, look not, alas, on me;
But mark her face and all the features heed
For only there is writ my destiny
Or, if stars show it, gaze not on the skies
But study the astrology, the astrology of her eyes
If thou find there kind and propitious rays
What Mars and Saturn threaten, I’ll not fear
Per chance the fate of mortal days
Is writ in heaven, but O, my heaven is here
What can men learn from stars they scarce can see?
Two great lights rule the world; and her two, me