OH that I knew how all thy lights combine,
������������ And the configurations of their glorie!
������������ Seeing not onely how each verse doth shine,
But all the constellations of the storie.
 
This verse marks that, and  both do make a motion
������������ Unto a third, that ten leaves off doth lie:
������������ Then as dispersed herbs do watch a potion,
These three make up some Christians destinie:

 
Such are thy secrets, which my life makes good,
������������ And comments on thee: for in ev�ry thing
������������ Thy words do finde me out, & parallels bring,
And in another make me understood.
 
������������ Starres are poore books, & oftentimes do misse:
� �����������This book of starres lights to eternall blisse.