Hot sun, cool fire, tempered with sweet air, 
Black shade, fair nurse, shadow my white hair. 
Shine, sun; burn fire; breathe, air, and ease me; 
Black shade, fair nurse, shroud me and please me; 
Shadow, my sweet nurse, keep me from burning, 
Make not my glad cause cause of mourning. 
Let not my beauty's fire 
Inflame unstaid desire, 
Nor pierce any bright eye 
That wand'reth lightly.