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« «What if to you these sparks disorder'd seem,
As if by chance they had been scatter'd there?
The gods a solemn measure do it deem,
And see a just proportion ev'ry where, [were ;
And know the points whence first their movings
To which first points when all return again,
The axle-tree of Heav'n shall break in twain.

“ Under that spangled sky, five wand'ring flames,*
Besides the king of day, and queen of night,
Are wheeld around, all in their sundry frames,
And all in sundry measures do delight,
Yet altogether keep no measure right :
For by itself, each doth itself advance,
And by itself, each doth a galliard dance,

« « Venus, the mother of that bastard Love,
Which doth usurp the world's great marshal's

name,
Just with the Sun her dainty feet doth move,
And unto him doth all the gestures frame :
Now after, now afore, the flatt'ring dame,
With divers cunning passages doth err,
Still him respecting that respects not her.

“ . For that brave Sun, the father of the day,
Doth love this Earth, the mother of the night,
And like a reveller in rich array
Doth dance his galliard in his leman's sigh
Both back, and forth, and sideways passing light,
His princely grace doth so the gods amaze,
That all stand still and at his beauty gaze.

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« « But see the Earth, when he approacheth near,
How she for joy doth spring, and sweetly smile ;
But see again her sad and heavy cheer,
When changing places he retires a while :
But those black clouds he shortly will exile,
And make them all before his presence fly,
As mists consum'd before his cheerful eye.

« « Who doth not see the measures of the Moon,
Which thirteen times she danceth ev'ry year?
And ends her pavin, thirteen times as soon
As doth her brother, of whose golden hair
She borroweth part and proudly doth it wear :
Then doth she coyly turn her face aside,
That half her cheek is scarce sometimes descry'd.

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“ “ Next her, the pure, subtle, and cleansing fire*
Is swiftly carried in a circle even :
Though Vulcan be pronounc'd by many a liar,
The only halting god that dwells in Heav'n:
But that foul name may be more fitly giv'n
To your false fire, that far from Heav'n is fall,
And doth consume, waste, spoil, disorder all.

“ • And now behold your tender nurse the air, 1
And common neighbour that aye runs around,
How many pictures and impressions fair
Within her empty regions are there found,
Which to your senses dancing do opound :
For what are breath, speech, echoes, music, winds,
But dancings of the air in sundry kinds ?

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« « For when you breathe, the air in order moves,
Now in, now out, in time and measure true ;
And when you speak, so well she dancing loves,
That doubling oft, and oft redoubling new,
With thousand forms she doth herself endue:
For all the words that from your lips repair,
Are naught but tricks and turnings of the air.

“ ' Hence is her prattling daughter Echo born,
That dances to all voices she can hear :
There is no sound so harsh that she doth scorn,
Nor any time wherein she will forbear
The airy pavement with her feet to wear:
And yet her hearing sense is nothing quick,
For after time she endeth ev'ry trick.

66 And thou, sweet music, dancing's only life,
The ear's sole happiness, the air's best speech,
Loadstone of fellowship, charming rod of strife,
The soft mind's paradise, the sick mind's leech,
With thine own tongue thou trees and stones can

teach, That when the air doth dance her finest measure, Then art thou born the gods' and men's sweet

pleasure.

“ Lastly, where keep the winds their revelry,
Their violent turnings, and wild whirling hays?
But in the air's translucent gallery?
Where she herself is turn'd a hundred ways,
While with those maskers wantonly she plays;
Yet in this misrule, they such rule embrace,
As two at once encumber not the place.

“ • If then fire, air, wand'ring and fixed lights
In ev'ry province of the imperial sky,
Yield perfect forms of dancing to your sights,
In vain I teach the ear, that which the eye
With certain view already doth descry.
But for your eyes perceive not all they see,
In this I will your senses master be.

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“For lo the sea* that fleets about the land,
And like a girdle clips her solid waist,
Music and measure both doth understand :
For his great crystal eye is always cast
Up to the Moon, and on her fixed fast :
And as she danceth in her pallid sphere,
So danceth he about the centre here.

“« Sometimes his proud green waves in order set,
One after other flow unto the shore,
Which when they have with many kisses wet,
They ebb away in order as before ;
And to make known his courtly love the more,
He oft doth lay aside his three-fork'd mace,
And with his arms the tim’rous Earth embrace.

«« Only the Earth doth stand for ever still,
Her rocks remove not, nor her mountains meet,
(Although some wits enrich'd with learning's skill
Say Heav'n stands firm, and that the Earth doth

fleet,
And swiftly turneth underneath their feet)
Yet though the Earth is ever stedfast seen,
On her broad breast hath dancing ever been.

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66. For those blue veins that through her body

spread, Those sapphire streams which from great hills do

spring, * (The Earth's great dugs ; for ev'ry wight is fed With sweet fresh moisture from them issuing). Observe a dance in their wild wand'ring : And still their dance begets a murmur sweet, And stiļl the murmur with the dance doth meet.

“ "Of all their ways I love Meander's path, Which to the tune of dying swans doth dance, Such winding slights, such turns and cricks he

hath, Such creaks, such wrenches, and such dalliance; That whether it be hap or heedless chance, In this indented course and wriggling play He seems to dance a perfect cunning hay.

66. But wherefore do these streams for ever run?
To keep themselves for ever sweet and clear:
For let their everlasting course be done,
They straight corrupt and foul with mud appear.
O ye sweet nymphs, that beauty's loss do fear,
Contemn the drugs that physic doth devise,
And learn of Love this dainty exercise.

66See how those flow'rs that have sweet beauty too, (The only jewels that the Earth doth wear, When the young Sun in bravery her doth woo) As oft as they the whistling wind do hear, Do wave their tender bodies here and there;

• of the rivers,

t of other things upon the Earth.

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