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Rh My Flora was my sun, for asSun One sun, so but one Flora was: All other faces borrowed hence 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:

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,Stars 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 fire 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 gone 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.

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,Sea 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.