Giles Fletcher - XXIII lyrics

My love was masked, and arméd with a fan, To see the sun so careless of his light, Which stood and gazed, and gazing waxéd wan To see a star himself that was more bright. Some did surmize she hid her from the sun, Of whom in pride she scorned for to be kissed, Or feared the harm by him to others done. But these the reason of this wonder missed, Nor durst the sun, if that her face were bare In greatest pride, presume to take a kiss. But she more kind did show she had more care Than with her eyes eclipse him of his bliss. Unmask you, sweet, and spare not; dim the sun; Your light's enough, although that his were done.