Emblem III.48: The Moone, which is decreasing now

The Moone, which is decreasing now,
When shee returnes, will fuller, grow.

I Never, yet, did murmuringly complaine,
Although those Moones have long been in the Waine,
Which on their Silver Shields, my Elders wore,
In Battels, and in Triumphs, heretofore.
Nor any mention have I ever made,
Of such Eclipses, as those Crescents had;
Thereby, to move some Comet, to reflect
His fading-light, or daigne his good aspect.
For, when I tell the World, how ill I fare,
I tell her too, how little I doe care,
For her despights: yea, and I tell it not,
That, helpe, or pitie, might from her be got;
But, rather, that her Favourites may see,
I know my Waynings, yet, can pleased bee.
My Light, is from the Planet of the Sunne;
And, though the Course, which I obliquely runne,
Oft brings my outward Fortunes to the Waine,
My Light shall, one day, bee renew'd againe.
Yea, though to some, I quite may seeme to lose
My Light; because, my follies interpose
Their shadowes to eclipse it: yet, I know,
My Crescents, will increase, and fuller, grow.
Assoone as in the Flesh, I beeing had,
I mooved on in Courses retrograde,
And, thereby lost my Splendor: but, I feele
Soft motions, from that great Eternall Wheele,
Which mooveth all things, sweetly mooving mee,
To gaine the Place, in which I ought to bee:
And, when to Him, I backe returne, from whom
At first I came, I shall at Full become.