Sonnet 8

NOw while the Night her …able Vaile hath spred,
And silently her resty Coach doth rolle,
Rowsing with Her from Tethis azure Bed,
Those starry Nymphs which dance about the Pole,
While Cynthia in purest Cipres cled,
The La…mian Shepheard in a …rance descries,
And looking pale from height of all the Skies,
She dies her Beauties in a blushing Red,
While Sleep (in Triumph) closed hath all Eyes,
And Birds, and Beasts a Silence sweet do keep,
And Proteus monstrous People in the Deep,
The Winds and Waves (husht up) to rest entise,
I wake, I turne, I weep opprest with Paine,
Perplex'd in the Meanders of my Braine.