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Exceeding shone, like Phoebus fairest childe,° That did presume his fathers firie wayne, And flaming mouthes of steedes unwonted wilde Through highest heaven with weaker hand to rayne; Proud of such glory and advancement vaine, While flashing beames do daze his feeble eyen, He leaves the welkin way most beaten plaine, And rapt with whirling wheeles, inflames the skyen, With fire not made to burne, but fairely for to shyne.