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.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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