Sonnet 4

HOw that vaste Heaven intitl'd First is rol'd,
If any glancing Towres beyond it be,
And People living in Eternity,
Or Essence pure that doth this All uphold:
What motion have those fixed Sparkes of Gold,
The wandring Carbuncles which shine from high,
By Sprights, or Bodies crosse-waies in the Skie,
If they be turn'd, and mortall Things behold.
How Sun posts Heaven about, how Nights pale Queen ▪
With borrowed Beames lookes on this hanging Round,
What cause faire Iris hath, and Monsters seene
In Aires large Fields of light, and Seas profound,
Did hold my wandring Thoughts; when thy sweet Eye
Bade me leave all, and only thinke on Thee.