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I straight obeyd; and with mine eye returnd Through all the seven spheres, and saw this globe So pitiful of semblance, that perforce It moved my smiles. and him in truth I hold For wisest, who esteems it least. whose thoughts Elsewhere are fixd, him worthiest call and best. I saw the daughter of Latona shine Without the shadow, whereof late I deemd That dense and rare were cause. Here I sustaind The visage, Hyperion.