Oh how can we Thine acts foretell, When Thou are far more wise than we?

Whilst, all my wish and thine complete, By turns we languish and we burn, Let sighing gales our sighs repeat, Our murmursmurmuring brooks return, Let me, when nature calls to rest, And blushing skies the morn foretell, Sink on the down of Stella's breast, And bid the waking world farewell.

* Let your attitude, gesture and face foretell what you would make felt.

How does fate foretell my future?

No comet need foretell his change drew on, Whose corpse might seem a constellation.

Oh how can we thine acts foretell, When Thou art far more wise than we?