Astrologers That Future Fates Foreshow.

To What Base Ends, And By What Abject Ways, Are Mortals Urg'd Through Sacred Lust Of Praise!

In Vain Sedate Reflections We Would Make When Half Our Knowledge We Must Snatch, Not Take.

Did Some More Sober Critics Come Abroad? If Wrong, I Smil'd; If Right, I Kiss'd The Rod.

All Seems Infected That Th' Infected Spy, As All Looks Yellow To The Jaundiced Eye.

The Same Ambition Can Destroy Or Save, And Make A Patriot As It Makes A Knave.