Sunbright

And with our Sun-bright armour as we march, Weel chaſe the Starrs from heauen, and dim their eies That ſtand and muſe at our admyred armes.

Have you heard, have you heard of the sunbright clime, Undimmed by sorrow, unhurt by time; Where age hath no power o'er the fadeless frame, Where the eye is fire and the heart is flame — Have you heard of that sunbright clime?