Of such Eclipses, as those Crescents had;
Thereby, to move some Comet, to reflect
His fading-light, or daigne his good-aspect.
For, when I tell the World, how ill I fare,
I tell her too, how little I doe care,
For her despights: yea, and I tell it not,
That, helpe, or pitie, might from her be got;
But, rather, that her Favourites may see,
I know my Waynings, yet, can pleased bee.
My Light, is from the Planet of the Sunne;