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[Apollo greate, whose beames the greater worlde do lighte]

Apollo greate, whose beames the greater worlde do lighte,
And in oure litle worlde doste clere oure inwarde sighte:
Whiche ever shynes, thoughe hidd from earthe, by earthly shade,
Whose Lightes do ever live, but in oure Darcknes fade.
Thow God whose youth was deckt with spoyle of Pithons skynn
So humble knowledge can throwe downe the Snakish synn
Latonas sonne, whose byrthe in paynes and travell longe,
Dothe teache to learne the good, which Travells doo belonge.
In travell of oure lyfe, a short, but tedyous space,
Whyle brickle Hower glass ronnes, guyde thow oure panting Race,

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Give us foresightfull myndes, give us myndes to obaye,
What foresight telles oure thoughtes uppon thy knowledg stay,
Lett so oure fruites growe up, that nature bee meyntaynde,
But so oure hartes keepe downe, wth vyce they bee not staynde.
Lett this assured Holde, oure Judgementes ever take,
That, no thinge wynnes the heaven, but what dothe earthe forsake.
Here endes the Second Booke or Acte.