And now behold your tender nurse, the air,
And common neighbor that aye runs around,
How many pictures and impressions fair
Within her empty regions are there found,
Which to your senses dancing do propound!
For what are breath, speech, echoes, music...
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From “Hymnes of Astræa, in Acrosticke Verse” E ARTH now is green, and heaven is blue, B lasts are mild, and seas are calm,... |