by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
What poor astronomers are they
Language: English
What poor astronomers are they, Take women’s eyes for stars! And set their thoughts in battle ’ray, To fight such idle wars; When in the end they shall approve ’Tis but a jest drawn out of Love. And Love itself is but a jest Devised by idle heads, To catch young Fancies in the nest, And lay them in fool’s beds; That being hatched in beauty’s eyes They may be fledged ere they be wise. But yet it is a sport to see, How Wit will run on wheels! While Wit cannot persuaded be, With that which Reason feels, That women’s eyes and stars are odd And Love is but a feignèd god! But such as will run mad with Will, I cannot clear their sight But leave them to their study still, To look where is no light! Till time too late, we make them try, They study false Astronomy!
Text Authorship:
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by John Dowland (1562 - 1626), "What poor astronomers are they", published 1603, from the collection The Third and Last Book of Songs or Airs [text verified 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2014-02-23
Line count: 24
Word count: 151