SIR MARTYN.
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LXIV.
Where ruddie Phœbus slacks his firie team;
(With burning golde then flames th' ethereal steepe,
And Oceans waves like molten silver seem)
Eke had he seen, with diamond glittering beam,
The starre of morn awake the roseate day,
While yet beneath the moone old Nilus stream
Pale through the land reflects the gleamy ray,
As through the midnight skyes appeares the milky way.
LXV.
Unknown to Carthage, had he frequent sped:
Eke had he beene where flowry Sommer smiles
At Christmas tide, where other heavens are spred,
Besprent with starres that Newton never red,
Where in the North the sun of noone is scene:
Wherever Hannos bold ambition led,
Wherever Gama saild, there had he beene,
Gama[1], the dearling care of Beautys heavenly Queene.
