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By this the Northerne wagoner° had set His sevenfold teme° behind the stedfast starre,° That was in Ocean waves yet never wet, But firme is fixt, and sendeth light from farre To all that in the wide deepe wandring arre: And chearefull Chaunticlere° with his note shrill Had warned once, that Phoebus fiery carre° In hast was climbing up the Easterne hill, Full envious that night so long his roome did fill.