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SUCHE prouidence hathe nature secret wroughte,
In creatures wilde, and eeke such knowledge straunge,
That man, by them in somme thinges maie be taughte,
As some foretell, when weather faire will chaunge,
Of heate, of raine, of winde, and tempests rage,
Some showe by signes, and with their songs presage.
But leauinge theise, which almost all doe knowe,
Howe farre that yeare shall mightie
For theire shee likes to laie her egges, and hatche,
Such skill deuine, and science to foretell,
Hath Nature lente unto this Serpent fell.
Which showes, They should with due regarde foresee,
When anie one doth take in hande a cause,
The drifte, and ende, of that they doe decree,
And longe thereon to ponder, and to pause,
For after witts, are like a shower of rayne,
Which moistes the soile, when withered is the graine.
Quo sacer excurret Nilus in arua
Praescius: alluuie libera ponit
Oua: monens merit nos Crocodilus
Quae fata immineant, antè videre.