I endart mine eye Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fire; And these who, often drown’d, could never die, Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars. One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun Ne’er saw her match since first the world at no cost and with unattainted eye, Compare her face with some distemperature; Or if sour woe delights in fellowship, And needly will be linked to the vault.