Sonnet

The Heavens countles twinkling Eyes
Contemplat Phebe's borrowed light
Until her Brothers Carr arise
Which drives both Her and Them to flight
Soe lesser bewtres strive to shun
The greater by whose force their won.

This Bowld Triumpher cast a raye
As He thought peerles for it's grace
Into the chamber wher She Laye
Who could not brook such a disgrace
But walking forth it made Him know
His was but borrowed from below.