I Never, yet, did murmuringly complaine, Although those _Moones_ have long been in the _Waine_, Which on their _Silver Shields_, my _Elders_ wore, In _Battels_, and in _Triumphs_, heretofore. Nor any mention have I ever made, Of such _Eclipses_, as those _Crescents_ had; Thereby, to move some _Comet_, to reflect His _fading-light_, or daigne his _good-aspect_. For, when I tell the _World_, how ill I fare, I tell her too, how little I doe care, For her _despights_: yea, and I tell it not, That, helpe, or pitie, might from her be got; But, rather, that her _Favourites_ may see, I know my _Waynings_, yet, can pleased bee. My _Light_, is from the Planet of the _Sunne_; And, though the _Course_, which I obliquely runne, Oft brings my outward _Fortunes_ to the _Waine_, My _Light_ shall, one day, bee renew’d againe. Yea, though to some, I quite may seeme to lose My _Light_; because, my follies interpose Their shadowes to eclipse it: yet, I know, My _Crescents_, will increase, and _fuller_, grow. Assoone as in the _Flesh_, I beeing had, I mooved on in _Courses retrograde_, And, thereby lost my _Splendor_: but, I feele Soft motions, from that great _Eternall-Wheele_, Which mooveth all things, sweetly mooving mee, To gaine the _Place_, in which I ought to bee: And, when to _Him_, I backe _returne_, from _whom_ At first I came, I shall at _Full_ become. _Bee warie, =wheresoe’re=, thou bee: For, from _deceit_, no =place= is free._ [Illustration: NUSQUAM TUTA FIDES. ILLVSTR. XLIX. _Book. 3_]