O firstë moving cruel Firmament, 1489 With thy diurnal sway that crowdest 1490 aye, And hurtlest all from East till Occident That naturally would hold another way; Thy crowding set the heav’n in such array At the beginning of this fierce voyáge, That cruel Mars hath slain this marriáge.

Unfortunate ascendant tortuous, Of which the lord is helpless fall’n, alas! Out of his angle into the darkest house; O Mars, O Atyzar, 1491 as in this case; O feeble Moon, unhappy is thy pace. 1492 Thou knittest thee where thou art not receiv’d, 1493 Where thou wert well, from thennës art thou weiv’d. 1494