Virtue could see to do what Virtue would / By her own radiant light, though sun and moon / Were in the flat sea sunk.

To behold the wandering moon, / Riding near her highest noon, / Like one that had been led astray / Through the heav'n's wide pathless way; / And oft, as if her head she bowed, / Stooping through a fleecy cloud.

Most men admire virtue who follow not her lore

The sun to me is dark / And silent as the moon, / When she deserts the night / Hid in her vacant, interlunar cave.

Virtue could see to do what Virtue would by her own radiant light, though sun and moon where in the flat sea sunk.

Virtue may be assailed, but never hurt, Surprised by unjust force, but not enthralled; Yea even that which mischief meant most harm - Shall in the happy trial prove most glory