As the great eye of heaven, shyned bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place. - Edmund Spenser

The youthfull knight could not for ought be staide,
But forth vnto the darksome hole he went,
And looked in:his glistring armor made
A litle glooming light, much like a shade,

I was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason.

For we by conquest, of our soveraine might, And by eternall doome of Fate's decree, Have wonne the Empire of the Heavens bright.