"_Only the Earth doth stand for ever still: Her rocks remove not, nor her mountains meet_ (_Although some wits enriched with learning's skill, Say 'Heaven stands firm, and that the Earth doth fleet, And swiftly turneth underneath their feet'_); _Yet, though the Earth is ever steadfast seen, On her broad breast hath Dancing ever been._ 52. "_For those blue veins, that through her body spread; Those sapphire streams which from great hills do spring,_ (_The Earth's great dugs! for every wight is fed With sweet fresh moisture from them issuing_) _Observe a Dance in their wild wandering; And still their Dance begets a murmur sweet, And still the Murmur with the Dance doth meet._ 53. "_Of all their ways, I love Mæander's path; Which, to the tunes of dying swans, doth dance Such winding slights. Such turns and tricks he hath, Such creeks, such wrenches, and such daliance That (whether it be hap or heedless chance) In his indented course and wringing play, He seems to dance a perfect cunning Hay._ 54. "_But wherefore do these streams for ever run? To keep themselves for ever sweet and clear; For let their everlasting course be done, They straight corrupt and foul with mud appear. O ye sweet Nymphs, that beauty's loss do fear, Contemn the drugs that physic doth devise; And learn of LOVE, this dainty exercise._ 55. "_See how those flowers, that have sweet beauty too, The only jewels that the EARTH doth wear When the young SUN in bravery her doth woo_) _As oft as they the whistling wind do hear, Do wave their tender bodies here and there: And though their dance no perfect measure is; Yet oftentimes their music makes them kiss._ 56. "_What makes the Vine about the Elm to dance With turnings, windings, and embracements round? What makes the loadstone to the North advance His subtle point, as if from thence he found His chief attractive virtue to redound? Kind Nature, first, doth cause all things to love; Love makes them dance, and in just order move._ 57. "_Hark how the birds do sing! and mark then how, Jump with the modulation of their lays, They lightly leap, and skip from bough to bough; Yet do the cranes deserve a greater praise, Which keep such measure in their airy ways: As when they all in order rankèd are, They make a perfect form triangular._ 58. "_In the chief angle, flies the watchful guide; And all the followers their heads do lay On their foregoers' backs, on either side: But, for the Captain hath no rest to stay His head forwearied with the windy way, He back retires; and then the next behind, As his Lieutenant, leads them through the wind._ 59.