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Sonnet. LXXXXV.
[That golden Planet, Lampe of this worlds light]
That golden Planet, Lampe of this worlds lightWhose glorious Easterne insurrection showes
His ceaselesse course, whose tearme no creatures knowes:
That siluer Planet torch of silent night,
Which (when the Sunne reposeth her beames bright
In Westerne Seas) her Planet-darts forth throwes,
Whose influence doth strange euents compose:
That boystrous turbulence of North winds might
Which swels and ruffles in outragious sort:
Those chearefull Southerne showers whose fruitefull dew
Brings forth all sustenance for mans comfort:
East West, North, South, (if none thy puissance knew)
Relate thy wondrous vertues, and with praise
From West to East, from North to South them raise.
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