Unto her native planet shall retyre,
For it is heavenly borne and can not die,
Being a parcell of the purest skie.
and the conception of contemplation rising, through love, from the one to the other, as in
For love is Lord of truth and loialtie,
Lifting himselfe out of the lowly dust,
On golden plumes up to the purest skie....
or:
But they which love indeede, look otherwise,