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Dancing.

Behold the heavens, and what is done by fate,
On the starres dances thinke and meditate.
They sometimes swiftly move, other whiles slow,
Now quavering, trembling retrograde they goe.
They part, they meet, now honour, now rise higher,
Mov'd by the sound of the æthereall lyre.
But here see Gallants dance, and you'le discerne,
The stars here dancing taught, or else did learne.