Sonnet LXXXVIII: The worldes bright comforter

The worldes bright comforter (whose beamesome light
Poore creatures cheereth, mounting from the deepe)
His course doth in prefixed compasse keepe,
And as courageous Gyant takes delight
To runne his race, and exercise his might:
Till him downe galloping the mountaynes steepe
Cleere Hesperus smooth messenger of sleepe
Viewes: and the siluer ornament of night
Foorth bringes with starres past number in her trayne:
All which with Sunnes long borrowed splendour shine:
The Seas (with full tyde swelling) ebbe agayne:
All yeeres to their olde quarters newe resigne,
The windes forsake their mountayne-chambers wilde,
And all in all thinges with Gods vertue filde.