The shadow’d livery of the burnish’d sun,
To whom I am a neighbour and near bred.
(M. of V., iI. i. 1.)
The sun has indeed shone on her and into her. She has known the love and adoration of the greatest.
Broad-fronted Caesar,
When thou wast here above the ground, I was
A morsel for a monarch: and great Pompey
Would stand and make his eyes grow in my brow;
There would he anchor his aspect and die
With looking on his life.