Songe 17

The Sunn is set, and masked night
vailes heavens fayer eyes.
Ah what trust is there to a light
that so swift flyes.

A new world doth his flames enjoy.
New hartes rejoice.
In other eyes is now his joye
in other choice.

—

Robert Sidney, Earl of Leicester (1563-1626)

The Poems of Robert Sidney; Oxford University Press, Oxford; ISBN 019812726X