[Lyric] Amoretti: Sonnet 9 (Edmund Spenser)

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 glasse: such basenesse mought offend her;
Then to the Maker selfe they likest be,
    whose light doth lighten all that here we see.