Now Cynthia, named fair regent of the night.

To behold the wandering moon, / Riding near her highest noon, / Like one that had been led astray / Through the heav'n's wide pathless way; / And oft, as if her head she bowed, / Stooping through a fleecy cloud.

There seems to be a scientific case for humans going to the Moon and on to Mars.

The sun to me is dark / And silent as the moon, / When she deserts the night / Hid in her vacant, interlunar cave.

Moon-washed apples of wonder.

Virtue could see to do what Virtue would / By her own radiant light, though sun and moon / Were in the flat sea sunk.