Wittes Pilgrimage, Sonnet 50

A Time there was when Loue alone did liue
Within the Brest of Heau'ns eternall Light:
But since that light did light to Planets giue
Light Venus, in light Harts vsurpes his Right:
So, Shee's an Idol made and daily serv'd
With that Deuotion which to him belongs:
Whose Motions are much more then his obseru'd
So, He the Author seems of his own wrongs!
He made hir first but to incline the Sence:
But since, She seems much more then to constrain,
Sith Mad She makes Men with her influence,
If ought from hir, their Sences do restraine:
But why ò Lightnesse, lov'st thou so this Star
Whenas the Sun of Glory's brighter far!