Poem 10
LOng-while
I
sought
to
what
I
might
compare
those
powrefull
eies,
which
lighte[n]
my
dark
spright,
yet
find
I
nought
on
earth
to
which
I
dare
resemble
th'ymage
of
their
goodly
light.
Not
to
the
Sun:
for
they
doo
shine
by
night;
nor
to
the
Moone:
for
they
are
changed
neuer;
nor
to
the
Starres:
for
they
haue
purer
sight;
nor
to
the
fire:
for
they
consume
not
euer;
Nor
to
the
lightning:
for
they
still
persuer;
nor
to
the
Diamond:
for
they
are
more
tender;
nor
vnto
Christall:
for
nought
may
them
seuer;
nor
vnto
glasse:
such
basenesse
mought
offend
her;
Then
to
the
Maker
selfe
they
likest
be,
whose
light
doth
lighten
all
that
here
we
see.
