Ther to syng 'sanctus' incessantly
Among the muses ix celestiall,
Affore the highest Iubiter of all. 385

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Redith is volumes that ben so large and wyde,
Souereynly sitte in sadnesse of sentence,
Elumynede wyth colouris fresshe on eu_er_y syde, 388
Hit passith my wytte, I haue no eloquence
To yeue hym lawde aftir his excellence,
For I dare say he lefte hym not on lyue,
That coude his cu_n_nyng suffisantly discreue. 392


[Sidenote: _Hill's Text._]

[Omitted. See Preface, p. ii] 372



376


¶ Passyng the mvses nyne of elycon,
Wher ys no pareyll[e] of Armonye; 380
Thyder I trust my Maysters sowle be gon,
The sterred paleys above _th_e dappled skye,
Ther to syng snactus insessavntly 384
Emonge the mvses nyne celestyall[e],