by Fulke Greville



CYNTHIA, because your horns look diverse ways,
    Now darkened to the east, now to the west,
Then at full glory once in thirty days,
    Sense doth believe that change is nature's rest.
Poor earth, that dare presume to judge the sky :
    Cynthia is ever round, and never varies ;
Shadows and distance do abuse the eye,
    And in abusèd sense truth oft miscarries :
Yet who this language to the people speaks,
Opinion's empire sense's idol breaks.

Schelling, Felix E., Ed. A Book of Elizabethan Lyrics.
Boston: Ginn and Company, 1895. 16.

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