The Countesse of Mountgomeries Urania :: :: University of Virginia Library

You happy blessed eyes,
Which in that ruling place,
Haue force both to delight, and to disgrace;
Whose light allures and tyes
All hearts to your command:
O looke on me who doe at mercy stand.

'Tis you that rule my life,
'Tis you my comforts giue,
Then let not scorne to me my ending driue:
Nor let the frownes of strife
Haue might to hurt those lights;
Which while they shine they are true loues delights.

See but when Night appeares
And Sunne hath lost his force,
How his losse doth all ioy from vs diuorce:
And when he shines, and cleares
The Heauens from clowdes of Night,
How happy then is made our gazing sight?

But more then Sun's faire light
Your beames doe seeme to me,
Whose sweetest lookes doe tye, and yet make free:
Why should you then so spight
Poore me? as to destroy
The only pleasure that I taste of ioy.

Shine then, O dearest lights
With fauour and with loue
And let no cause, your cause of frownings moue:

But as the soules delights,
So blesse my then blest eyes,
Which vnto you their true affection tyes.

Then shall the Sunne giue place,
As to your greater might,
Yeelding that you doe show more perfect light.
Then but grant this grace,
Vnto your Loue-tide slaue,
To shine on me, who to you all faith gaue.

And when you please to frowne,
Vse your most killing eyes
On them, who in vntruth and falshood lies,
But (Deare) on me cast downe
Sweet lookes, for true desire;
That banish doe all thoughts of faigned fire.