Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ASTROLOGER'S ADDRESS, by JOHN BYROM Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Fellow citizens all, for whose safety I peep Last Line: And if none of these happen, 'twill be a great wonder. Subject(s): Astrology & Astrologers; Planets; Prophecy & Prophets; Stars; Universe | ||||||||
FELLOW Citizens all, for whose safety I peep All night at the stars, and all day go to sleep, Attend while I shew you the meaning of Fate In all the strange sights we have seen here of late; 'And thou, O Astrology, Goddess divine, Celestial Decipheress, gently incline Thine ears and thine aid to a lover of science, That bids to all learning but thine a defiance. For what learning else is there half so engaging As an art where the terms of themselves are presaging? By mutt'ring o'er which, any gentle mechanic May put his whole neighbourhood into a panic; Where a noddle well turn'd for prediction and shoes, If it can but remember hard words, cannot choose, From the Prince on the throne to the dairy maid milking, But read all their fortunes in yonder blue welkin. For the sky is a book, which in letters of gold Shews all things that almanacks ever foretold; Which he that can read and interpret also What is there that such an one-cannot foreshew? When a true son of art ponders over the stars They reflect back upon him the face of affairs; Of all things of moment they give him an inkling, While Empires and Kingdoms depend on their twinkling. Your transits, your comets, eclipses, conjunctions, Have all, it is certain, their several functions, And on this globe of earth here both jointly and singly Do influence matters most astonishingly. But to keep in some method on this same occasion, We'll give you a full and true interpretation Of all the Phenomena we have rehears'd, Of which in their order; and first of the first: As for Mercury's travelling over the sun, There's nothing in that, Sirs, when all's said and done; For what will be, will be; and Mercury's transit, I'm pos'tive, will neither retard nor advance it. But when a conjunction or comet takes place, Or a total eclipse, that's a different case; They that laugh at our art, may here see with their eyes, That some things, at least, may appear from the skies. A conjunction of Jupiter, Saturn, and Mars, You, gentlemen, may, if you please, turn to farce; But what if it plainly appear that three men Are foretold by three planets, what will ye say then? Now, to prove this, I'll only make one small request, Which is, that you'll all turn your faces to th' East; And then you shall see ere I've done my epistle, If I don't make it out as clean as a whistle. In the first place, old Saturn we very well know, Lost his kingdom and provinces some time ago; Nor was it long after old Saturn's disgrace That Jupiter mov'd to step into his place; And Mars we all know was a quarrelsome bully, That beat all his neighbours most unmercifully; And now who can doubt who these gentlemen are? Saturn, Jupiter, Mars,Sophi, Sultan, and Czar. But to prove nearer home that the stars have not trifl'd, Pray have we not lost (cruel star!) Doctor Byfield? Alas! friends at Richard's, alas! what a chasm Will be made in the annals of enthusiasm! As soon as the comet appear'd in the sky, Pray did not the Doctor straight sicken and die? I wonder how folks could discover a comet And yet never draw this plain consequence from it? The death of the Regent might shew, if it needed, Why they saw it in France so much plainer than we did. And how well it forebodes to our nobles and princes, That its tail was here shorter by several inches. But so near to the Eagle this comet appear'd, That something may happen, it is to be fear'd; Great men have been known by the arms which they bore, But "God bless the Emperor,"I say no more. And now for th' eclipse, which is such an appearance As perhaps will not happen for many a year hence; The King of France died, the last total eclipse Of a mortification near one of his hips; From whence by our art may be plainly made out That some great man or other must die at this bout; The eclipse is not yet, a king's death is there neither, So there's time enough left to predict about either. Yet two that are safe I shall venture to name, Men of figure and parts and unspotted in fame; Who, all parties will own, are, and always have been Great ornaments to the high station they're in, Admir'd of all sides, who will therefore rejoice, When, consulting the stars, I pronounce it their voice, That for all this eclipse, no harm shall befal Those two honest Giants that are in Guildhall. So much for great men;I come now to predict What evils in general will Europe afflict: Now the evils that conjurers tell from the stars Are plague, famine and pestilence, bloodshed and wars, Contagious diseases, great losses of goods, Great burnings by fire, and great drownings by floods, Hail, rain, frost and snow, storms of lightning and thunder; And if none of these happen, 'twill be a great wonder. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYMN TO THE STARS by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS CONCLUSION by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS AN ELEGY FOR THE PAST by MARVIN BELL BOOK OF TRIBUTES: COSMORAMA by ELENI SIKELIANOS I WILL SING YOU ONE-O by ROBERT FROST ACCIDENTALLY ON PURPOSE by ROBERT FROST A HYMN FOR CHRISTMAS DAY (2) by JOHN BYROM |
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