Her angel's face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.

Her angel's face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place

For take thy balance if thou be so wise And weigh the wind that under heaven doth blow; Or weigh the light that in the east doth rise; Or weigh the thought that from man's mind doth flow.

The blazing brightnesse of her beauties beame, / And glorious light of her sunshyny face / To tell, were as to strive against the streame.

Woe never wants, where every cause is caught, and rash Occasion makes unquiet life.

Vaine is the vaunt, and victory unjust, that more to mighty hands, then rightfull cause doth trust.