What might my mirth haue hurt? or horses becke?
Or Haward’s bitter scoffe? or Hastings talke?
What meane then foole astrologers to calke?[1442]
That twinckling sterres fling down the fixed fate?
And all is guyded by the sterry state?
Perdye, a certayne charge[1443] assignd they haue
To shyne, and tymes deuyde, not fate to graue.
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But graunt they somwhat geue: is,[1444] at one instant,
Of euery babe the byrth in heauen so skand,