Thou didst to me half righted with a tear ...
... The sun comes flaming from the sea as though
Another Syracuse burnt on the waves ...
Why stand I here? The castle doors are open,
And therein waits the fairest face of earth
To shine for me To shine? O human sun,
Unlike thy skyey peer, thy light is dimmed
With what thou'st looked upon. Thy beams have drunk
Pollution deep that now detested falls
Upon my soul.