Shine forth O thou brightest star out of reach.
To cast thy light is all I thee beseech.
A lume to direct a wandering bark;
A welcome solace when the night is stark.
Venus was retrograde when thee I saw:
Thy beauty put me in a rapture of awe;
But nature must have thee high in the firmament,
And ever be forestalled my hoped contentment.
Teach me the temp’rance to still admire thee,
But from afar, lest that thy heat singe me.
To think that heaven would itself forswear
And change celestial motion ’s to think rare.
Rest therefore in thy sphere, luminous star.
Thy radiance doth outshine Phoebus’ car.