Sonnet 7

WHen Nature now had wonderfully wrought
All Auristellas Parts, except her Eyes,
To make those Twins two Lamps in Beauties Skies,
She Counsell of her Starry Se…a…e sought.
Mars and Apollo first did her advise,
To wrap in Colour Black, those Comets bright,
Th…t Love him so might soberly disguise,
And unperceived Wound at every Sight.
Chaste Phoebe spake for purest azure dies;
But Jove and Venus green about the Light,
To frame thought best, as bringing most Delight,
That to pin'd Hearts Hope might for aye arise:
Nature [all said] a Paradise of green
There plac'd, to make all love which have them seen.