Wittes Pilgrimage, Sonnet 3

Yet, by the accidentall rising-fall
Of one Haires glitt'ring Sunne-beame, on thine Eyes,
Mine Eye lookt ouer that Heau'ns Christall wall
To see from whence that bright Beame should arise:
And, as shee lookt beyond the milky Waie
That leads to loues high Court, she might discrie
Ten thowzand Sunne-beames, rang'd in faire array,
With Loue, and Wonder to surprize the Eye:
To which, being drawne by those pure Threddes of Gold,
Shee, (as the Flie is by the Spider wrapt)
Stirring to go, the more They hir infold;
So, there she restes, with Loue, and Wonder rapt:
Where, being blinded with those radiant Rais,
I could not see the Rest, the rest to praise.