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A sonnet on Ticho Brahe
That onlie essence who made all of noght
Our great and mightie Lord the life of all
When he in ordour euerie thing hade broght
At the creating of this earthlie ball
Then made he man at last. Thy raigne it shall
Extend (quod Jehoua) in euerie cace
Ouer all these breathing beasts that flatlie fall
For humble hommage here before thy face
He also pitch'd eache Planet in his place
And made them rulers of the ruling Lord
As heauenlie impes to gouerne bodies basse
Be subtle and celestiall sweete accord
Then greate is Ticho who by this his booke
Commandement doth ouer these commanders brooke.
Another on the same
The glorious globe of heauenlie matter made
Containing ten celestiall circles faire
Where shining starres in glistring graithe arraide
Most pleasantlie are poudered here and thair
Where euerie planet hath his owen repaire
And christall house, a whirling wheill in rounde
Whose calme aspects or froward does declaire
Gods minde to blisse great kingdomes or confounde
Then if yow list to see on earthlie grounde
There ordour, course, and influence appeare
Looke Tichoes tooles, there finelie shall be founde
Each planet dansing in his propre spheare
There fires diuine into his house remaine
Whome sommerlie his booke doth here containe.
Another on the same
What foolish Phaëton did presume in pride
Yea more what great Apollo takes in hand
Who does the course of glistring Phœbus guide
Thou does performe that rules eache firie brand
Then greater art thou then Apollo cleare
As thy Vranias eldest fostre deare.
