"She's fair, chaste, wise, and kind, yes, to all men."
The rest are so! Number makes Excellence.
"She's fair, chaste, wise, kind, rich, yet humble."
They three, her equal! Virtue can never stumble.
"Vitullia is the sun; they stars of night!"
Yet night is the bosom wherein the sun doth rest.
"The moon herself borrows of the sun's light,"
All by the stars take counsel to be blest.
The day's the sun, yet Cupid can it blind;
The stars at night, Sleep cures the troubled mind.