Her brighter eyes; soft Ermines in her skin;
Each Indie in each cheeke. Then all who vaunt,
That fortune, them t' enrich, made others want,
Should set themselves out glorious in her stealth,
And trie if that, could parallel this wealth.
To Castara.
Departing upon the approach of Night.
What should we feare Castara? The coole aire,
That's falne in love, and wanton in thy haire,
Will not betray our whispers. Should I steale