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Astronomers the heavens do divide Into eight houses, where the god remains; All which in thy perfections do abide. For in thy feet, the queen of silence reigns; About thy waist Jove's messenger doth dwell, Inchanting me as I thereat admire; And on thy dugs the queen of love doth tell Her godhead's power in scrolls of my desire; Thy beauty is the world's eternal sun; Thy favours force a coward's heart to dare, And in thy hairs Jove and his riches won. Thy frowns hold Saturn; thine's the fixed stars. Pardon me then, divine, to love thee well, Since thou art heaven, and I in heaven would dwell!