Caelica, Sonnet LIV

CYnthia, because your Hornes looke diuerse wayes,
Now darkned to the East, now to the West;
Then at Full-glorie once in thirty dayes,
Sense doth beleeue that Change is Natures rest.

Poore earth, that dare presume to iudge the skye;
Cynthia is euer round, and neuer varies,
Shadowes and distance doe abuse the eye,
And in abused sense truth oft miscarries:
Yet who this language to the People speaks,
Opinions empire senses idoll breaks.