As fairly formed as any starre in skyes,
Resembling Stella in her freshest yeeres,
Forth darting beames of beautie from her eyes
And all the day it standeth full of deow,
Which is the teares, that from her eyes did flow.
That hearb of some, Starlight is call’d by name,
Of others, Penthia, though not so well;
But thou, whenever thou dost find the same,
From this day forth doe call it Astrophel.
And whensoever thou it up doost take,