Wit's Pilgrimage - Part 37
If two Sunnes should, at once, adorne the Skies
All, in Combustion, would bee soone beneath:
Then, tis no wonder though thy Sunne-bright Eyes
(O most faire- Faire! ) make all to burne that breath!
For, in thy Faces midd-heau'n so they shine
As comforts Nature in her workes of grace:
Yet makes It flame, with furie (oft) Diuine,
While it as Heaun'ly doth adorne thy Face:
Then, sith I am great Mother Natures Sonne,
Let thine Eyes comfort mee, with grace, to moue,
(As if I were all flaming, in the Sunne )
Vnto the endlesse Orbe of thy bright loue:
Wherein, if quite thou melt me, I shalbe
That which I wishe: that is A parte of Thee :
All, in Combustion, would bee soone beneath:
Then, tis no wonder though thy Sunne-bright Eyes
(O most faire- Faire! ) make all to burne that breath!
For, in thy Faces midd-heau'n so they shine
As comforts Nature in her workes of grace:
Yet makes It flame, with furie (oft) Diuine,
While it as Heaun'ly doth adorne thy Face:
Then, sith I am great Mother Natures Sonne,
Let thine Eyes comfort mee, with grace, to moue,
(As if I were all flaming, in the Sunne )
Vnto the endlesse Orbe of thy bright loue:
Wherein, if quite thou melt me, I shalbe
That which I wishe: that is A parte of Thee :
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