Classic Poem

Fair Vessell of our daily light, whose proud
And previous glories gild that blushing Cloud:
Whose lively fires in swift projections glance
From hill to hill, and by refracted chance
Burnish some neighbour- rock , or tree, and then
Fly off in coy and winged flams agen:
If thou this day
Hold on thy way,
Know, I have got a greater light than thine;
A light, whose shade and back-parts make thee shine.
Then get thee down: then get thee down;
I have a Sun now of my own.

II.

Those nicer livers, who without thy Rays
Stirr not abroad, those may thy lustre praise:
And wanting light ( light , which no wants doth know!)
To thee (weak shiner !) like blind Persians bow;
But where that Sun , which tramples on thy head,
From his own bright, eternal Eye doth shed
One living Ray ,
There thy dead day
Is needless, and man to a light made free,
Which shews what thou can'st neither shew, nor see.
Then get thee down, Then get thee down;
I have a Sun now of my own.