Which when I’d exercis’d in long pursuit
To finden out what might the best agree
With warie reason, at last I did conclude
That there’s no better probabilitie
Can be produc’d of that strange prodigie,
But that some mighty Planet that doth run
About some fixed starre in Cassiopie
As Saturn paceth round about our Sun,
Unusuall light and bignesse by strange fate had wonne.