...
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But ev'n as many (or more) quarrels cumber
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Th' old heathen schools about the heavens' number.
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One holds but one; making the world's eyes shine
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Through the thin-thickness of that chrystal line,
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(As through the ocean's clear and liquid flood
--2--


The slippery fishes up and down do scud).
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Another, judging certain by his eye,
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And, seeing sev'n bright lamps mov'd diversely,
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Turn this and that way: and, on th' other side,
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That all the rest of the heav'ns' twinkling pride
--2--


Keep all one course; ingeniously, he varies
--2--


The heav'ns' rich building into eight round stories.
--2--


Others, amid the starriest orb, perceiving
--2--


A triple cadence, and withal conceiving
--2--


That but one natural course one body goes,
--2--


Count nine, some ten; not numb'ring yet (with those)
--2--


Th' empyreal palace, where th' eternal treasures
--2--


Of nectar flow, where everlasting pleasures
--2--


Are heaped-up, where an immortal May
--2--


In blissful beauties flourisheth for ay,
--2--


Where life still lives, where God his sises holds
--2--


Environ'd round with seraphins and souls
--2--


Bought with his precious blood, whose glorious flight
--2--


Erst mounted earth above the heavens bright.
--2--


Nor shall my faint and humble Muse presume
--2--


So high a song and subject to assume.
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THE THIRD DAY OF THE FIRST WEEK (excerpts)
Rep. Poetry: 2RP.1.253.