Who knows, but beasts, as they do lie,
In meadows low, or else on mountains high,
But that they do contemplate on the sun,
And how his daily, yearly circles run.
Whether the sun about the earth doth rove
Or else the earth upon its own poles move.
And in the night, when twinkling stars we see,
Like Man, imagines them all suns to be:
And may like Man, stars, planets number well,
And could they speak, they might their motions tell. [10]
And how the planets in each orb do move:
‘Gainst their astrology can no man prove.
For they may know the stars, and their aspects,
What influence they cast, and their effects.