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Praisd be Dianas Fair and Harmless Light

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.

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Sir Walter Raleigh

Sir Walter Raleigh (c. 1552 (or 1554) – 29 October 1618), also spelled Ralegh, was an English landed gentleman, writer, poet, soldier, politicia…

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