Gainst error’s night-borne children, her cheife foes,
Who sought t’obscure with cloudes of enuious night,
Her Cynthia’s shine, the lampe of all her light.
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But he disperst those cloudes, and droue away
The lowring stormes, that ouercast our skie,
And made our glorious Cynthia to display
Her heauenlie shine, to giue them light thereby,
Who long before in darknesse bound did lie:
For she it was, who with her sweet repaire