155Let every Jewell be a glorious starre,
Yet starres are not so pure, as their spheares are.
And though thou stoope, to'appeare to us in part,
Still in that Picture thou intirely art,
Which thy inflaming eyes have made within his loving heart.
VI.
Going to the Chappell.
160Now from your Easts you issue forth, and wee,
As men which through a Cipres see
The rising sun, doe thinke it two,