Edmund Spenser - Amoretti: Sonnet 9 lyrics

Long-while I sought to what I might compare those powrefull eies, which lighten my dark spright, yet find I nought on earth to which I dare resemble th'ymage of their goodly light. Not to the Sun: for they doo shine by night; nor to the Moone: for they are changed never; nor to the Starres: for they have purer sight; nor to the fire: for they consume not ever; Nor to the lightning: for they still persever; nor to the Diamond: for they are more tender; nor unto Christall: for nought may them sever; nor unto gla**e: such basenesse mought offend her; Then to the Maker selfe they likest be, whose light doth lighten all that here we see.