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41 1 count it better pleasure to behold 

 The goodlie compasse of the loftie Skye, 

 And in the midst thereof like burning gold 

 The flaming Chariot of the World's great eye ; 

 The watry cloudes that in the ayre uprold 

 With sundry kindes of painted collours flie : 

 And fayre Aurora lifting up her head, 

 And blushing rise from old Thitonus bed. 



^'The Hills and Mountains raised from the 



Plaines, 



The Plaines extended levell with the ground, 

 The ground divided into sundry vaines, 

 The Plaines inclos'd with running rivers rounde, 

 The Rivers making way through nature's 



chaine 



With headlong course into the sea profounde : 

 The surging sea beneath the valleys low, 

 The valleys sweet, and lakes that lovely 

 flowe. 



" The lofty woods, the forrests wide and long, 

 Adorned with leaves and branches fresh and 



greene, 

 In whose coole bow'rs the birds with chaunt- 



ing song, 

 Doe welcome with their quire the summers 



Queene, 

 The meadowes faire where Flora's guifts 



among, 



The silver skaled fish that softlie swinnne, 

 Within the brookes and Cristall watry 

 brimme. 



" All these and many more of his creation, 

 That made the heavens, the Angler oft doth 



see, 



And takes therein no little delectation, 

 To think how strange and wonderfull they be, 



