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Yet how comes this? and O how can Divine Knowledge the Souls chief treasure Occasion such a cross to man? That should afford him greatest pleasure: O it's because we cannot measure The limits that to it belong! But for to tempt forbidden things, Do soar too high with Nature's wings: Still weakest whilst we think us strong, The Heavens that think we do them wrong, To try what in suspense still hangs, This cross upon us justly brings: With knowledge, knowledge is confused, And grows a grief ere it be long. That which a blessing is, being rightly used, Doth grow the greatest cross, when it's abused. Ah! what avails this unto us, Who in this vail of woes abide, With endless toil to study thus, To learn the thing that Heaven would hide: And trusting in too blind a guide, To spy the Planets how they move, And too transgressing common bars The constellation of the stars, And all that is decreed above, Whereof as oft th'event doth prove, Th'intelligence our welfare mars, And in our breasts breeds endless wars, Whilst what our Horoscopes foretell, Our expectations do disprove, Those apprehended plagues prove such a Hell, That we would wish t'unknow them till they fell. This is the pest of great Estates; They by a thousand means devise How to foreknow their doubtful Fates, And like new Giants scale the Skies, Heavens secret storehouse to surprise: Which sacrilegious skill we see With what great pain they apprehend it, And then how foolishly they spend it, To learn the thing that once must be: Why should we seek our destiny? If it be good, we long attend it, If it be evil, none may amend it; Such knowledge further rest exiles, 'tis best to abide the heavens decree, It's to be feared, those whom this Art beguiles, Do change their fate & make their Fortune wheels. And lo of late, what hath our King By his preposterous travels gained, In searching each particular thing That Atis Horoscope contained; But what the Heavens had once ordained, He could not by no means prevent, And yet he labours to find out Through all the Oracles about, Of future things th'unsure event, This doth his raving mind torment, Now in his age unwisely stout To fight with Cyrus, but no doubt The Heavens are grieved for to hear told Long ere the time their hid intent. Let Tantalus b'a terror to th'o'erbold That dare Ioues cloudy secrecies unfold. Go, Let us triumph o'er these unthroned thralls, Whose maimed greatness to confusion runs, Who forfeited their glory by their falls; No hand that fights is pure, but that which wins. The ravished world that fraught with doubts did stand, To see the bloody end of this days toil, Saw how the Heavens placed lightning in my hand, To thunder on all those that sought my foil.
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Yet how comes this? and O how can Diuine Knowledge the Soules chiefe treaſure Occaſion ſuch a croſſe to man? That ſhould afford him greatest pleaſure: O it's becauſe we cannot meaſure The limits that to it belong! But for to tempt forbidden things, Do ſoare too high with Natures wings: Still weakest whilſt we thinke vs ſtrong, The Heau'ns that thinke we do them wrong, To trie what in ſuſpence ſtill hings, This croſſe vpon vs iustly brings: With knowledge, knowledge is confuſde, And growes a griefe ere it be long. That which a bleſsing is, being rightly vſde, Doth grow the greatest croſſe, when it's abuſde. Ah! what auailes this vnto vs, Who in this vaile of woes abide, With endleſſe toile to ſtudie thus, To learne the thing that Heau'n would hide: And trusting in too blind a guide, To ſpie the Planets how they moue, And too tranſgreſsing common barres The constellation of the ſtarres, And all that is decreed aboue, Whereof as oft th'euent doth proue, Th'intelligence our welfare marres, And in our breaſts breeds endleſſe warres, Whilst what our Horoſcopes foretell, Our expectations do diſproue, Thoſe apprehended plagues proue ſuch a Hell, That we would wiſh t'vnknow them till they fell. This is the peſt of great Estates; They by a thouſand meanes deuiſe How to foreknow their doubtfull Fates, And like new Giants ſcale the Skies, Heau'ns ſecret ſtore-houſe to ſurpriſe: Which ſacriligious skill we ſee With what great payne they apprehend it, And then how fooliſhly they ſpend it, To learne the thing that once must be: Why ſhould we ſeeke our destinie? If it be good, we long attend it, If it be euill, none may amend it; Such knowledge further rest exiles, T'is beſt to abide the Heau'ns decree, It's to be feard, thoſe whom this Arte beguiles, Do change their fate & make their Fortune wheeles. And loe of late, what hath our King By his prepoſt'rous trauels gaind, In ſearching each particular thing That Atis Horoſcope containd; But what the Heau'ns had once ordaind, He could not by no meanes preuent, And yet he labours to find out Through all the Oracles about, Of future things th'vnſure euent, This doth his rauing mind torment, Now in his age vnwiſely ſtout To fight with Cyrus, but no doubt The Heauens are grieu'd for to heare told Long ere the time their hid intent. Let Tantalus b'a terror to th'o're-bold That dare Ioues cloudy ſecrecies vnfold. Goe, Let vs triumph o're theſe vnthron'd thralls, Whoſe maymed greatneſſe to confuſion runnes, Who forfeited their glorie by their falles; No hand that fights is pure, but that which winnes. The rauiſht world that fraught with doubts did ſtand, To ſee the bloody end of this dayes toyle, Saw how the Heau'ns placd lightning in my hand, To thunder on all thoſe that ſought my foyle.