Ne durst again his fiery face out show.
Let him, if he dare,
His brightness compare
With hers, to have the overthrow.
"Shew thyself, Cynthia, with thy silver rays,
And be not abash'd:
When she the beams of her beauty displays,
O how art thou dash'd!
But I will not match her with Latona's seed;
Such folly great sorrow to Niobe did breed.