William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.
What Poor Astronomers Are TheyAnonymous
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Take women’s eyes for stars!
And set their thoughts in battle ’ray,
To fight such idle wars;
When in the end they shall approve,
’Tis but a jest drawn out of Love.
Devised by idle heads,
To catch young Fancies in the nest,
And lay them in fool’s beds;
That being hatched in beauty’s eyes
They may be fledged ere they be wise.
How Wit will run on wheels;
While Will cannot persuaded be,
With that which Reason feels,
That women’s eyes and stars are odd
And Love is but a feignèd god.
I cannot clear their sight
But leave them to their study still,
To look where is no light,
Till, time too late, we make them try,
They study false Astronomy.