I fledd vnshamed: To the right worshipfull Sir Edmund Ashfeild Knight

THE clouded Sunne, that westward left our sight,
And for a night, in THETIS lap had slept,
Againe's return'd, with farre more glorious light,
"To cheere the world, that for his absence wept:
His beames retaining, vncorrupt and pure,
Although he lay imprison'd and obscure.

So, Si, although the cloudes of troubles, had
A while conceald you, from your louing frendes;
You doe appeare at length to make them glad,
And so much higher still your name ascendes,
By how much Envie, seeketh to oppresse,
And dimme the splendor of your Worthines.