Caelica - Sonnet 55
Cynthia , your Hornes looke diverse wayes,
Now darkned to the East, now to the West;
Then at Full-glorie once in thirty dayes,
Sense doth beleeve that Change is Natures rest.
Poore earth, that dare presume to iudge the skye;
Cynthia is ever round and never varies,
Shadowes and distance doe abuse the eye ,
And in abused sense truth oft miscarries:
Yet who this language to the People speaks,
Opinions empire senses idoll breaks.
Now darkned to the East, now to the West;
Then at Full-glorie once in thirty dayes,
Sense doth beleeve that Change is Natures rest.
Poore earth, that dare presume to iudge the skye;
Cynthia is ever round and never varies,
Shadowes and distance doe abuse the eye ,
And in abused sense truth oft miscarries:
Yet who this language to the People speaks,
Opinions empire senses idoll breaks.
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