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 But ev'n as many (or more) quarrels cumber
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 Th'old heathen schools about the heavens'number.
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 One holds but one; making the world's eyes shine
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 Through the thin-thickness of that chrystal line,
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 (As through the ocean's clear and liquid flood
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 The slippery fishes up and down do scud).
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 Another, judging certain by his eye,
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 And, seeing sev'n bright lamps mov'd diversely,
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 Turn this and that way: and, on th'other side,
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 That all the rest of the heav'ns'twinkling pride
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 Keep all one course; ingeniously, he varies
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 The heav'ns'rich building into eight round stories.
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 Others, amid the starriest orb, perceiving
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 A triple cadence, and withal conceiving
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 That but one natural course one body goes,
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 Count nine, some ten; not numb'ring yet (with those)
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 Th'empyreal palace, where th'eternal treasures
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 Of nectar flow, where everlasting pleasures
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 Are heaped-up, where an immortal May
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 In blissful beauties flourisheth for ay,
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 Where life still lives, where God his sises holds
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 Environ'd round with seraphins and souls
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 Bought with his precious blood, whose glorious flight
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 Erst mounted earth above the heavens bright.
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 Nor shall my faint and humble Muse presume
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 So high a song and subject to assume.
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THE THIRD DAY OF THE FIRST WEEK (excerpts)
Rep. Poetry: 2RP.1.253.