Transpierce

Now, while the angry trumpet sounds alarms, / And dying groans transpierce the wounded air […]

[F]oorthvvith her eyes bred her eye-ſore, the firſt vvhite vvhereon their tranſpiercing arrovves ſtuck, being the breathleſſe corps of Leander: vvith the ſodaine contemplation of this piteous ſpectacle of her loue, ſodden to haddocks meate, her ſorrovve could not chooſe but be indefinite, […]

Giue her th' Eoan brightnesse, / Wing'd with that subtill lightnesse, / That doth trans-pierce the Ayre; […]

The upblaze of reflected heat burns my cheeks and eyes. Her body swims before me, spangled and transpierced by shafts of light caught in my tears. I croak that I am sorry for having invaded her hut.