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LOng-while I
sought to what I might compare
those powrefull eies,
which lighte[n] my dark spright,
yet find I nought
on earth to which I dare
resemble th'ymage of their
goodly light.
Not to the Sun: for they doo shine by
night;
nor to the Moone: for they are changed neuer;
nor to the Starres: for they haue purer sight;
nor to the fire: for they consume not euer;
Nor to
the lightning: for they still persuer;
nor to the
Diamond: for they are more tender;
nor vnto
Christall: for nought may them seuer;
nor vnto
glasse: such basenesse mought offend her;
Then to
the Maker selfe they likest be,
whose light doth
lighten all that here we see.
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