In eos, qui, proximioribus spretis, remotiora sequuntur
Th'astronomer, by night beheld the starres to shine:
And what should chaunce an other yeare, began for to devine.
But while too longe in skyes, the curious foole did dwell,
As hee was marchinge through the shade, he slipt into a well.
Then crying out for helpe, had frendes at hand, by chaunce;
And nowe his perill being past; they thus at him doe glaunce.
What foolishe art is this? (quoth they) thou hould'st so deare,
That doth forshowe the perilles farre: but not the daungers neare.