Bee _merry_ man, and let no causelesse feare Of _Constellation_, fatall _Destinie_, Or of those false _Decrees_, that publish’d are By foolish braines, thy _Conscience_ terrifie. To thee, these _Figures_ better Doctrines teach, Than those blind _Stoikes_, who necessitate _Contingent things_; and, arrogantly teach (For doubtlesse truths) their dreames of changelesse _Fate_. Though true it bee, that those things which pertaine, As _Ground-workes_, to _Gods_ glorie, and our blisse, Are fixt, for aye, unchanged to remaine; All, is not such, that thereon builded is. God, gives men power, to build on his _Foundation_; And, if their _workes_ bee thereunto agreeing, No _Power-created_, brings that Variation, Which can disturbe, the _Workmans_ happy being. Nor, of those _workings_, which required are, Is any made unpossible, untill Mans heart begins that _Counsell_ to preferre, Which is derived from a _crooked-will_. The _Starres_, and many other things, incline Our nat’rall _Constitutions_, divers wayes; But, in the Soule, _God_ plac’d a _Power-divine_, Which, all those _Inclinations_, overswayes. Yea, _God_, that _Prudence_, hath infus’d, by _Grace_, Which, till _Selfe-will_, and _Lust_, betrayes a man, Will keepe him firmely, in that happy place, From whence, no _Constellation_ move him can. And, this is that, whereof I notice take, From this great _Starre_, enclosed by a _Snake_. _Their =Friendship= firme will ever bide, Whose hands unto the =Crosse= are tide._ [Illustration: CONIVNCTIS VOTIS ILLVSTR. XIII. _Book. 2_]