Though dusty wits dare scorn astrology, <br />And fools can think those lamps of purest light <br />Whose numbers, ways, greatness, eternity, <br />Promising wonders, wonder do invite, <br /> <br />To have for no cause birthright in the sky, <br />But for to spangle the black weeds of night: <br />Or for some brawl, which in that chamber high, <br />They should still dance to please a gazer's sight; <br /> <br />For me, I do Nature unidle know, <br />And know great causes, great effects procure: <br />And know those bodies high reign on the low. <br /> <br />And if these rules did fail, proof makes me sure, <br />Who oft fore-judge my after-following race, <br />By only those two stars in Stella's face.<br /><br />Sir Philip Sidney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxvi-though-dusty-wits/
