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Rh Had broke and into members put this rude confused masse, Then first bicause in every part, the earth should equall bee, He made it like a mighty ball, in compasse as we see. And here and there he cast in seas, to whome he gave a lawe: To swell with every blast of winde, and every stormie flawe. And with their waves continually to beate upon the shore, Of all the earth within their boundes enclosde by them afore. Moreover, Springs and mighty Meeres and Lakes he did augment, And flowing streames of crooked brookes in winding bankes he pent. Of which the earth doth drinke up some, and some with restlesse race Do seeke the sea: where finding scope of larger roume and space, In steade of bankes, they beate on shores. He did commaund the plaine And champion groundes to stretch out wide: and valleys to remaine Aye underneath: and eke the woods to hide them decently With tender leaves: and stonie hilles to lift themselves on hie. And as two Zones doe cut the Heaven upon the righter side, And other twaine upon the left likewise the same devide, The middle in outragious heat exceeding all the rest: Even so likewise through great foresight to God it seemed best, The earth encluded in the same should so devided bee, As with the number of the Heaven, hir Zones might full agree. Of which the middle Zone in heate, the utmost twaine in colde Exceede so farre, that there to dwell no creature dare be bolde. Betweene these two so great extremes, two other Zones are fixt, Where temprature of heate and colde indifferently is mixt. Now over this doth hang the Ayre, which as it is more fleightie Than earth or water: so againe than fire it is more weightie. There hath he placed mist and cloudes, and for to feare mens mindes, The thunder and the lightning eke, with colde and blustring windes. But yet the maker of the worlde permitteth not alway The windes to use the ayre at will. For at this present day, Though ech from other placed be in sundry coasts aside, The violence of their boystrous blasts, things scarsly can abide. They so turmoyle as though they would the world in pieces rende, So cruell is those brothers wrath when that they doe contende. And therefore to the morning graye, the Realme of Nabathie, To Persis and to other lands and countries that doe lie