The thirteenth of September the sunne enters into Libra, Or the Ballance. Libra. September

The Great all-seeing burning eye of day,
In Libraes Ballance restlesse comes to rest,
Where equally his way hee seemes to way:
And day, and night with equall houres are drest:
By these iust soales, true iustice is exprest,
Which doth to times and places render right
Where wealth insults not, nor the poore opprest,
But all's eu'n poyzed, like the day and night.
And now this lampe of light doth here alight
Making this Signe, his Equinoctiall Inne,
Whilst fruitfull trees are ouer-laden quite:
(Too great a gracious guerdon for mans sinne)
And as in March he gan to doe vs grace,
So to th' Antipodes he now gins shew her face.