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