My Fate▪

GO bid the Needle his deer North forsake,
To which with trembling rev'erence it does bend;
Go bid the Stones a journey upwards make;
Go bid th'ambitious Flame no more t'ascend:
And when these false to their old Motions prove,
Then shall I cease Thee, Thee alone to Love.

The fast-link'd Chain of everlasting Fate
Does nothing tye more strong, then Me to You;
My fixt Love hangs not on your Love or Hate;
But will be still the same, what e're you do.
You cannot kill my Love with your disdain,
Wound it you may, and make it live in pain.

Mee, mine example let the Stoicks use,
Their sad and cruel doctrine to maintain,
Let all Praedestinators me produce,
Who struggle with aeternal bonds in vain.
This Fire I'm born to, but 'tis she must tell,
Whether't be Beams of Heav'en, or Flames of Hell.

You, who mens fortunes in their faces reade,
To find out mine, look not, alas, on Mee;
But mark her Face, and all the features heed;
For onely there is writ my Destinie.
Or if stars shew it, gaze not on the skyes;
But study the Astrol'ogy of her Eyes.

If thou find there kind and propitious rays,
What Mars or Saturn threaten I'll not fear;
I well believe the Fate of mortal days
Is writ in Heav'en; but, oh my heav'en is there.
What can men learn from stars they 'scarce can see?
Two great Lights rule the world; and her two, Mee.