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Illuminating Lamps, ye Orbs christallite,
Transparant mirrolds, globes deuining beautie,
How haue I ioyd to wanton in your light?
(Though was I slayne by your artillerie.)
Ye blithsome starres, (like Ledas louely twins,
When cleare they twinckle in the firmament,
Promise esperance to the Sea-mens wandrings)
So haue your shine made ripe mine hearts content:
Or as the light which Sestyan Hero show'd,
Arme-finnd Leander to direct in waues,
When through the raging Hellespont he row'd,
Steering to Loues port: so by thine eyes cleere rayes
Blest were my wayes: but since no light was found,
Thy poore Leander in the deepe is drownd.