If white's the Moone, thou Laura seemst as white,
And white's the gowne which you on bodie weare;
And if her whitely hornes in calmie night
She smoothly glyding showes to us most cleare:
You in the day time more and brighter farre,
Your Beautie showe like bright Auroraes starre.
Like brightnes both of you abroad doo cast,
Though not effect alike per accidens;
You shine, she shines, your powers eternall last:
But yet betweene you is great difference,
Her brightnes freezeth, causing deadly cold,
Yours doth enflame, and lively fire doth hold.