In vaine faire _Cynthia_ never taketh paines, Nor faints in foll’wing her desired _Game_; And, when at any Marke her Bowe she straines, The winged Arrow surely hits the same. Her _Picture_, therefore, in this place doth shew The Nature of their _Mindes_ who _Cynthia_-like, With _Constancie_ their _Purposes_ pursue, And faint not till they compasse what they seeke. For, nought more _God-like_ in this World is found, Then so _Resolv’d a man_, that nothing may His _Resolution_ alter or confound, When any taske of _Worth_, he doth assay. Nor, is there greater Basenesse, then those _Mindes_ That from an _Honest-purpose_, can be wrought By _Threatnings_, _Bribes_, _Smooth-Gales_ or _Boyst’rous-Windes_, What ever colour or excuse be brought. You then, that would, with _Pleasure_, _Glory_ gaine, _Diana_ like, those modest things require, Which truely may beseeme you to attaine; And stoutly follow that which you desire: For, changing though the _Moone_ to us appeare, She holds a firme Dependence on the _Sunne_; And, by a _Constant-Motion_, in her _Sphære_ With him, doth in _Conjunction_ often runne: So, _Constant-men_, still move their hopes to winne; But, never by a _Motion-indirect_; Nor, will they stop the Course that they are in, Vntill they bring their purpose to effect. For, whosoever _Honest-things_ requires, A _Promise_ hath of all that he desires. _Oft =Shooting=, doth not =Archers= make; But, hitting right the =Marke= they take._ [Illustration: NON QVAM CREBRO SED QVĀ BĒE ILLVSTR. XXV. _Book. 1._]