This is the parergon of each noble fire
Of neighbour worlds to be the nightly starre,
But their main work is vitall heat t’ inspire
Into the frigid spheres that ’bout them fare,
Which of themselves quite dead and barren are.
But by the wakening warmth of kindly dayes,
And the sweet dewie nights they well declare
Their seminall virtue in due courses raise
Long hidden shapes and life, to their great Makers praise.