Look, as the fair and fiery-pointed sun, (373)
Rushing from forth a cloud, bereaves our sight; (374)
Even so, the curtain drawn, his eyes begun (375)
To wink, being blinded with a greater light: (376)
Whether it is that she reflects so bright,
That dazzleth them, or else some shame supposed; (378)
But blind they are, and keep themselves enclosed.