To Clarastella. Loves Constancie

'Tis no terrestrial fire
Doth with such heat my brest inspire,
For then your beauties Sun
Had lookt it to pale ashes long agon.

'Tis a Promethean flame
Bright as the Orbs from whence it came,
So heav'nly and divine,
Immortal too, that feeds this heart of mine.

Think not (fair Stella) then
That I can be inconstant, when
That love can never die
That borrows flames from your celestial eie.