The blazing brightnesse of her beauties beame, / And glorious light of her sunshyny face / To tell, were as to strive against the streame.
Those that were up themselves, kept others low; Those that were low themselves, held others hard; He suffered them to ryse or greater grow; But every one did strive his fellow down to throw.
And he that strives to touch the stars Oft stumbles at a straw.
He that strives to touch the starts, oft stumbles at a straw.