Ne[1436] was this all: for euen at _Tower_ wharfe, Neare to those walles within whose sight[1437] I starfe, Where earst in sorrow soust and deepe distresse, I emparted all my pining pensiuenesse With _Hastings_: (so my purseuaunt men call) Euen there, the same to meete it did mee fall: Who gan to mee most dolefully renewe, The woefull conference had erst in that lieu. 62. “_Hastings_,” quoth I, “according now they[1438] fare, At _Pomfret_ this day dying, who causde that care, My selfe haue all the world now[1439] at my will, With pleasures cloyed, engorged with the fill:” “God graunt it so:” quoth hee: “Why doubtst thou tho?” Quoth I, and all in chafe to him gan shewe In ample wise, our drift with tedious tale: And entred so the _Tower_ to my bale. 63. What should wee thinke of signes? they are but haps, How may they then be signes of afterclaps? Doth euery chaunce foreshew or cause some other? Or ending[1440] at it selfe, extendth no furder? As th’ouerflowing floud some mount doth choake, But to his ayde some other floud it yoake: So, if with signes thy sinnes once ioyne, beware, Els wherto chaunces tend, nere curious care.[1441] 64. Had not my sinne deserude my death as wreake, What might my mirth haue hurt? or horses becke? Or _Haward’s_ bitter scoffe? or _Hastings_ talke? What meane then foole astrologers to calke?[1442] That twinckling sterres fling down the fixed fate? And all is guyded by the sterry state? Perdye, a certayne charge[1443] assignd they haue To shyne, and tymes deuyde, not fate to graue. 65. But graunt they somwhat geue: is,[1444] at one instant, Of euery babe the byrth in heauen so skand, That they that restles roll, and neuer stay, Should in his lyfe beare yet so violent swaye: That, not his actions onely next to byrth, But all his life and[1445] death be[1446] swayed therwith How may one mocion make so sundry affectes? Or one impression tend to such respectes? 66. Some rule there is yet: els, why were deferd Til now, these plagues, so long ere now deserude? If for they are trifles, they ne seme of care: But toyes with God the stateliest[1447] scepters are: Yet in them to playne doth appeare foreset, The certayne rule and fatal limittes set, Yet thinke we not, this sure foresetting fate, But God’s fast prouidence for ech princely state. 67.