3 Kinge. All-idolizing wormes! that thus could crowd
And vrge their sun into Thy cloud;115
Forcing His sometimes eclips'd face to be
A long deliquium to the light of Thee.
Chorus. Alas! with how much heauyer shade
The shamefac't lamp hung down his head
For that one eclipse he made,120
Then all those he suffered!
1 Kinge. For this he look't so bigg; and euery morn
With a red face confes't his scorn.
Or hiding his vex't cheeks in a hir'd mist
Kept them from being so vnkindly kis't.125
2 Kinge. It was for this the Day did rise
So oft with blubber'd eyes:
For this the Evening wept; and we ne're knew
But call'd it deaw.
3 Kinge. This dayly wrong130
Silenc't the morning-sons, and damp't their song:
Chorus. Nor was't our deafnes, but our sins, that thus
Long made th' harmonious orbes all mute to vs.
1 Kinge. Time has a day in store
When this so proudly poor135
And self-oppressèd spark, that has so long
By the loue-sick World bin made
Not so much their sun as shade:
Weary of this glorious wrong
From them and from himself shall flee140
For shelter to the shadow of Thy tree:
Chorus. Proud to haue gain'd this pretious losse
And chang'd his false crown for Thy crosse.
2 Kinge. That dark Day's clear doom shall define
Whose is the master Fire, which sun should shine:145
That sable judgment-seat shall by new lawes
Decide and settle the great cause
Of controuerted light:
Chorus. And Natur's wrongs rejoyce to doe Thee right.