Astrophel and Stella: 91

Stella, while now by honours cruell might,I am from you, light of my life mis-led,And that faire you my Sunne, thus ouer-spred,With absence Vaile, I liue in Sorrowes night,If this darke place yet shew like candle light,Some beauties peece as amber colourd hed,Milke hands, rose cheeks, or lips more sweet, more redOr seeing gets black, but in blacknesse bright.They please I do confesse, they please mine eyes,But why? because of you they models be,Models such be wood-globes of glistring skies.Deere, therefore be not jealous ouer me,If you heare that they seeme my heart to moue,Not them, O no, but you in them I loue.