Mounts vp aloft, and like the sun in skies,
Breakes through the clouds of darkesome ignorance,
Then enuie rous’d from her darke den doth rise,
And dazel’d with the golden shine, that flies
From vertue’s splendor, seekes t’obscure the same,
And muffle it in her blacke clouds of shame.
55.
That enuious beast of twice fiue hornes of might,
Who ore the world did long time tyrannize,
From Rome’s high towres viewing the golden light