Sonnet 26: Though Dusty Wits
Though
dusty
wits
dare
scorn
astrology,
And
fools
can
think
those
lamps
of
purest
light
Whose
numbers,
ways,
greatness,
eternity,
Promising
wonders,
wonder
do
invite,
To
have
for
no
cause
birthright
in
the
sky,
But
for
to
spangle
the
black
weeds
of
night:
Or
for
some
brawl,
which
in
that
chamber
high,
They
should
still
dance
to
please
a
gazer's
sight;
For
me,
I
do
Nature
unidle
know,
And
know
great
causes,
great
effects
procure:
And
know
those
bodies
high
reign
on
the
low.
And
if
these
rules
did
fail,
proof
makes
me
sure,
Who
oft
fore-judge
my
after-following
race,
By
only
those
two
stars
in
Stella's
face.
