Venus and Adonis (excerpt)

Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest,

From his moist cabinet mounts up on high,

And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast

The sun ariseth in his majesty;

Who doth the world so gloriously behold

That cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold.

Venus salutes him with this fair good-morrow;

"O thou clear god, and patron of all light,