Flower

Rape of Lucrece, [1226-1232]. “But as the earth doth weep, the sun being set,/ Each flower moist’ned like a melting eye,/ Even so the maid with swelling drops gan wet/ her circled eyne, enforc’d by sympathy/ Of those fair suns set in her mistress’ sky,/ Who in a salt-wav’d ocean quench their light,/ Which makes the maid weep like the dewy night.”