Luna.

 An thou watery dyane of the se the goddes

With thy broder eolus the god of the wynde

Encourage the hertes by in warde hardynes

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And enmyes ryse that they be not behynde

Them for to chace and the se to scoure

By grace and fortune in many a stormy stoure

 O god aboue / trononysed in heuen

In whose wyll resteth euery thynge alone

The skye / the erthe / with all the planettes seuen

Without whose grace / comforte haue we none

As thou arte thre enclusyd in one

So saue our souerayne / from all maner wo

And this his realme from mortall warre also

 Holy chirche reioyce / with all your lybertees

Withouten dõmage / the kynge wyll ye encreace

And be your shelde from all aduersytees

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