There is a history in all men's lives,
Figuring the nature of the times deceased,
The which read more

There is a history in all men's lives,
Figuring the nature of the times deceased,
The which observed, a man may prophesy,
With a near aim, of the main chance of things
As yet not come to life, which in their seeds
And weak beginnings lie intreasured.

The stars,
Which stand as thick as dewdrops on the fields
Of heaven.

The stars,
Which stand as thick as dewdrops on the fields
Of heaven.

Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word;
And in its hollow tones are heard
The thanks of read more

Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word;
And in its hollow tones are heard
The thanks of millions yet to be.

Prophet of evil! never hadst thou yet
A cheerful word for me. To mark the signs
Of read more

Prophet of evil! never hadst thou yet
A cheerful word for me. To mark the signs
Of coming mischief is thy great delight,
Good dost thou ne'er foretell nor bring to pass.

Where Andes, giant of the western star,
With meteor standard to the winds unfurl'd.

Where Andes, giant of the western star,
With meteor standard to the winds unfurl'd.

Till old experience do attain
To something like prophetic strain.

Till old experience do attain
To something like prophetic strain.

For we know in part, and we prophesy in part.

For we know in part, and we prophesy in part.

Your fathers, where are they? and the prophets, do they live for
ever?

Your fathers, where are they? and the prophets, do they live for
ever?

My gran'ther's rule was safer 'n 't is to crow:
Don't never prophesy--onless ye know.

My gran'ther's rule was safer 'n 't is to crow:
Don't never prophesy--onless ye know.