Why Might I Not For Once Be Of That Sect, Which Hold That Souls, When Nature Hath Her Right, Some Other Bodies To Themselves Elect; And Sunlike Make The Day, And License Night? That Soul, Whose Setting In One Hemisphere Was To Enlighten Straight Another Part; In That Horizon, If I See It There, Calls For My First Respect And Its Desert; Her Virtue Is The Same And May Be More; For As The Sun Is Distant, So His Power In Operation Differs, And The Store Of Thick Clouds Interpos'D Make Him Less Our. And Verily I Think Her Climate Such, Since To My Former Flame It Adds So Much.