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My Flora was my sun, for asSun
One sun, so but one Flora was:
All other faces borrowed hence15
Their light and grace, as stars do thence.

My hopes I call my moon, for they,Moon
Inconstant still, were at no stay;
But, as my sun inclin'd to me,
Or more or less were sure to be:20

Sometimes it would be full, and then
O! too, too soon decrease again;
Eclipst sometimes, that 'twould so fall
There would appear no hope at all.

My thoughts, 'cause infinite they be,Stars25
Must be those many stars we see;
Of which some wand'red at their will,Fixed
But most on her were fixed still.Planets

My burning flame and hot desireElements
Must be the element of fire,of fire30
Which hath as yet so secret been,
That it as that was never seen:

No kitchen fire, nor eating flame.
But innocent, hot but in name;
A fire that's starv'd when fed, and gone35
When too much fuel is laid on.

But as it plainly doth appear,
That fire subsists by being near
The moon's bright orb, so I believe
Ours doth, for hope keeps love alive.40

My fancy was the air, most freeAir
And full of mutability,
Big with chimeras, vapours here
Innumerable hatcht as there.

The sea's my mind, which calm would be,Sea45
Were it from winds (my passions) free;
But out alas! no sea I find
Is troubled like a lover's mind.

Within it rocks and shallows be,
Despair and fond credulity.50