1. 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.

2. And love itself is but a jest
devis`d by idle heads
to catch young fancies in the nest
and lay it in fools` beds;
that being hatch`d in Beauty`s eyes
they may be fledg`d ere they be wise.

3. But yet it is a sport to see
how wit will run on wheels
while will cannot persuaded be
with that which reason feels;
that women`s eyes and stars are odd
and Love is but a feigned god.

4. 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 them too late we make them try
they study false astronomy!