Good Friday, 1613. Riding Westward

• The Spheres: "Let mans Soule be a Spheare, and then, in this,

  The intelligence that moves, devotion is"
• The Sun: "This day, when my Soules forme bends towards the East.

  There I should see a Sunne, by rising set,"
• Glad: "Yet dare I'almost be glad, I do not see

  That spectacle of too much weight for mee."
• Could: "Could I behold that endless height which is

  Zenith to us, and Antipodes,"
• Ending: "O think mee worth thine anger, punish mee,

  Burne off my rusts, and my deformity,

  Restore thine Image"