He gave them vertue in dyvers facyon.
Some hote and moyst, and some colde and dry;
Some hote and drye, moyst and colde;
Thus every one hath vertues sundry,
As is made mencyon in the bokes olde.
They shewe theyr power and werke many a folde;
Man upon them hath his dysposycyon,
By the naturate power of constellacyon.
What shoulde I wryte more in thys matter hye,
In my maternall tonge opprest wyth ignoraunce?