"_First, you see fixed, in this huge mirror blue, Of trembling lights a number numberless; Fixed, they are named but with a name untrue; For they are moved and in a dance express The great long Year that doth contain no less Than threescore hundreds of those years in all, Which the Sun makes with his course natural._ 36. "_What if to you these sparks disordered seem, As if by chance they had been scattered there? The gods a solemn measure do it deem And see a just proportion everywhere, And know the faints whence first their movings were To which first points, when all return again, The Axletree of Heaven shall break in twain._ 37. "_Under that spangled sky, five wandering Flames, Besides the King of Day and Queen of Night, Are wheeled around, all in their sundry frames, And all in sundry measures do delight; Yet altogether keep no measure right; For by itself each doth itself advance, And by itself each doth a Galliard dance._ 38 "_VENUS_ (_the mother of that bastard LOVE, Which doth usurp the world's Great Marshal's name_), _Just with the sun, her dainty feet doth move; And unto him doth all her gestures frame Now after, now afore, the flattering Dame, With divers cunning passages doth err, Still him respecting, that respects not her._ 39. "_For that brave SUN, the Father of the Day, Doth love this EARTH, the Mother of the Night, And like a reveller, in rich array, Doth dance his Galliard in his leman's sight; Both back, and forth, and sideways passing light. His gallant grace doth so the gods amaze, That all stand still, and at his beauty gaze._ 40. "_But see the EARTH, when she approacheth near, How she for joy doth spring and sweetly smile; But see again, her sad and heavy cheer When, changing places, he retires a while; But those black clouds he shortly will exile, And make them all before his presence fly, As mists consumed before his cheerful eye._ 41. "_Who doth not see the Measures of the MOON? Which thirteen times she danceth every year, And ends her Pavin thirteen times as soon As doth her brother, of whose golden hair She borroweth part, and proudly doth it wear. Then doth she coyly turn her face aside That half her cheek is scarce sometimes descried._ 42. "_Next her, the pure, subtle, and cleansing fire Is swiftly carried in a circle even: Though VULCAN be pronounced by many, a liar, The only halting god that dwells in heaven. But that foul name may be more fitly given To your false fire, that far from heaven is fall, And doth consume, waste, spoil, disorder all._ 43.