2. William Shakespeare

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

Not if men's tongues and angels' all in one
 Spake might the word be said that, might speak Thee
 Streams, winds, woods, flowers, fields, mountains, yea, the sea,
What power is in them all to praise the sun?
His praise is this,—he can be praised of none.
 Man, woman, child, praise God for him; but he
 Exults not to be worshipped, but to be.
He is; and, being, beholds his work well done
All joy, all glory, all sorrow, all strength, all mirth,
Are his: without him, day were night on earth.
 Time knows not his from time's own period.
All lutes, all harps, all viols, all flutes, all lyres,
Fall dumb before him ere one string suspires
 All stars are angels; but the sun is God.
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