Prais`d be Diana`s fair and harmless light; Prais`d be the dews wherewith she moists the ground; Prais`d be her beams, the glory of the night; Prais`d be her power by which all powers abound. Prais`d be her nymphs with whom she decks the woods, Prais`d be her knights in whom true honour lives; Prais`d be that force by which she moves the floods; Let that Diana shine which all these gives. In heaven queen she is among the spheres; In aye she mistress-like makes all things pure; Eternity in her oft change she bears; She beauty is; by her the fair endure. Time wears her not: she doth his chariot guide; Mortality below her orb is plac`d; By her the virtue of the stars down slide; In her is virtue`s perfect image cast. A knowledge pure it is her worth to know: With Circes let them dwell that think not so.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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