Wittes Pilgrimage, Sonnet 15

IF those translucent Lamps thine heau'nly eyes
Shall stretche their beames of comfort to my passion
I still will gaze on thy Cheekes (Beauties Skyes)
With, eyes of Wonder, Loue, and Adoration!
For, if the Gods their Heau'ns haue made in Starrs
Thine Eyes, bright Starres, containe right Deities;
Who are the Presidents of Peace, or warrs,
And either cause, as either fall, or rise
Then may I (with no Godlesse Nations) take
Those Starrs for Deities, and them adore,
They hauing pow'r or Peace or Warre to make
To make my peace, sith warr hath made me poore:
For, loues hott wars Lifes Store haue wasted quite
Then grace the Foile, thus soild to grace thy might.