Finding little to gain, having little to lose;
My anchor is cast, and my sails are all furl’d,
So a fig for the cares of this Whirligig World.
THE
ZODIAC.
The signs of the Zodiac, learned men say,
Are confin’d to the regions above,
And none yet imagin’d they serve to display
The tokens terrestrial of love;
But my muse, ever merry, will sing to explain,