me, ye subtill judges in loves treasury,
which hath most inricht mine eye,
greatnes, or its clarity?
Ye cloudy spark
lights, whose vast multitude
Of fires are harder to
be found then view'd,
Waite on this star in her first
Calmely or roughly! Ah, she
shines too much;
That now I lye (her influence is
Chrusht with too strong a hand, or soft a
Lovers, beware! a certaine, double
Waits your proud hopes, her looks al-killing
Guarded by her as true victorious arme.
Thus with her eyes brave Tamyris spake dread,
Which when the kings dull breast not entered,
she could not looke, she strook him dead.