Both cousin-germans, and right able
T’ inveigle and draw in the rabble. 570
But Reformation was, some say,
O’ th’ younger house to Puppet-play. 
He cou’d foretel whats’ever was
By consequence to come to pass;
As death of great men, alterations, 575
Diseases, battles, inundations. 
All this, without th’ eclipse o’ th’ sun,
Or dreadful comet, he hath done,
By inward light; away as good,
And easy to be understood; 580
But with more lucky hit than those
That use to make the stars depose,
Like Knights o’ th’ post, and falsely charge
Upon themselves what others forge: 
As if they were consenting to 585
All mischiefs in the world men do: 
Or, like the Devil, did tempt and sway ’em
To rogueries, and then betray ’em. 
They’ll search a planet’s house, to know
Who broke and robb’d a house below:  590
Examine VENUS, and the MOON,
Who stole a thimble or a spoon;
And tho’ they nothing will confess,
Yet by their very looks can guess,
And tell what guilty aspect bodes, 595
Who stole, and who receiv’d the goods. 
They’ll question MARS, and, by his look,
Detect who ’twas that nimm’d a cloke: 
Make MERCURY confess, and ’peach
Those thieves which he himself did teach. 600
They’ll find, i’ th’ physiognomies
O’ th’ planets, all men’s destinies.;
Like him that took the doctor’s bill,
And swallow’d it instead o’ th’ pill
Cast the nativity o’ th’ question, 605
And from positions to be guess’d on,
As sure as it’ they knew the moment
Of natives birth, tell what will come on’t. 
They’ll feel the pulses of the stars,
To find out agues, coughs, catarrhs; 610
And tell what crisis does divine
The rot in sheep, or mange in swine
In men, what gives or cures the itch;
What makes them cuckolds, poor or rich;
What gains or loses, hangs or saves; 615
What makes men great, what fools or knaves,
But not what wise; for only of those
The stars (they say) cannot dispose,
No more than can the Astrologians. 
There they say right, and like true Trojans. 
This RALPHO knew, and therefore took 620
The other course, of which we spoke.

Thus was the accomplish’d Squire endu’d
With gifts and knowledge, per’lous shrew’d. 
Never did trusty Squire with Knight,
Or Knight with Squire, e’er jump more right. 625
Their arms and equipage did fit,
As well as virtues, parts, and wit. 
Their valours too were of a rate;
And out they sally’d at the gate. 630
Few miles on horseback had they jogged,
But Fortune unto them turn’d dogged;