81480The night of sorrow now is turnd to day,

481Her two blew windowes faintly she vpheaueth,

482Like the faire sunne when in his fresh array,

483He cheeres the morne, and all the earth releeueth:

484 And as the bright sunne glorifies the skie:

485 So is her face illumind with her eye.

82487Whose beames vpon his hairelesse face arefixt,

488As if from thence they borrowed all their shine,

489Were neuer foure such lamps, together mixt,

490Had not his clouded with his browes repine.

491 But hers, which through the cristal tears gaue light,

492 Shone like the Moone in water seene by night.

83493O where am I (quoth she,) in earth or heauen,

494Or in the Ocean drencht, or in the fire:

495What houre is this, or morne, or wearie euen,

496Do I delight to die or life desire?

497 But now I liu'd, and life was deaths annoy,

498 But now I dy'de, and death was liuely ioy.

84499O thou didst kill me, kill me once againe,

500Thy eyes shrowd tutor, that hard heart of thine,

501Hath taught them scornfull tricks, & such disdaine,

502That they haue murdred this poore heart of mine,

503 And these mine eyes true leaders to their queene,

504 But for thy piteous lips no more had seene.

85505Long may they kisse ech other for this cure,

506Oh neuer let their crimson liueries weare,

507And as they last, their verdour still endure,

508To driue infection from the dangerous yeare:

509 That the star-gazers hauing writ on death,

510 May say, the plague is banisht by thy breath.