 | The poems of William Habington |  |
Vpon CASTARA'S frowne or smile.
Learned shade of Tycho Brache, who to us,
The stars propheticke language didst impart,
And even in life their mysteries discusse:
Castara hath o'rethrowne thy strongest art.
The stars propheticke language didst impart,
And even in life their mysteries discusse:
Castara hath o'rethrowne thy strongest art.
When custome struggles from her beaten path,
Then accidents must needs uncertaine be,
For if Castara smile; though winter hath
Lock't up the rivers: Summer's warme in me.
Then accidents must needs uncertaine be,
For if Castara smile; though winter hath
Lock't up the rivers: Summer's warme in me.
And Flora by the miracle reviv'd,
Doth even at her owne beauty wondring stand,
But should she frowne, the Northerne wind arriv'd,
In midst of Summer, leads his frozen band:
Which doth to yce my youthfull blood congeale,
Yet in the midst of yce, still flames my zeale.
Doth even at her owne beauty wondring stand,
But should she frowne, the Northerne wind arriv'd,
In midst of Summer, leads his frozen band:
Which doth to yce my youthfull blood congeale,
Yet in the midst of yce, still flames my zeale.
| The poems of William Habington | |