Wittes Pilgrimage, Sonnet 79

SO shootes a Starre as doth my Mistries glide
At Midd-night through my Chamber; which she makes
Bright as the Sky, when Moone, and Starres are spide;
Wherewith my sleeping Eyes (amazed) wake.
Which ope no sooner then hir selfe shee shutts.
Out of my sight, awaie so fast shee flies;
Which me in mind of my slack seruice putts;
For which all night I wake, to plague mine Eyes:
Shoote Starre once more, and if I bee thy Marke
Thou shalt hit mee, for thee Ile meet withall:
Let myne Eyes once more see thee in the darke,
Els they, with ceasslesse waking, out will fall:
And if againe such time, and place I lose
(To close with thee) lett mine Eyes neuer close.