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

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.

The gay motes that people the sunbeams.

He that has light within his own clear breast May sit in the centre, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day sun; Himself his own dungeon.

Most men admire virtue who follow not her lore