I.

I' M sure, my Caelia , that you'd smile,
Nay laugh to hear me say,
That when the Sun shines all the while,
I cannot see the Day.

II.

But 'twou'd be more absurd indeed,
If to discover your Disguise,
I should some borrow'd Lustre need
To light me to your Eyes.

III.

Your dazling Eyes the Sun out-shine,
Like his their Darts are hurl'd,
Like his their Office is divine,
To guide a brighter World.