Sun, Sunrise and Sunset

Busy old fool, unruly Sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains call on us? Must to thy motions lovers’ seasons run?

O sun! Burn the great sphere thou mov’st in; darkling stand The varying shore o’ the world.

The glowworm shows the matin to be near, And ’gins to pale his uneffectual fire.

But, look, the morn in russet mantle clad, Walks o’er the dew of yon high eastern hill.

Night’s candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountaintops.

Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, Towards Phoebus’ lodging.

The setting sun, and music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than things long past.

Forward, I pray, since we have come so far, And be it moon, or sun, or what you please. And if you please to call it a rush-candle, Henceforth I vow it shall be so for me.

Up roos the sonne, and up roose Emelye.

The sun is new each day.

The variety of color in objects cannot be discerned at a great distance, excepting in those parts which are directly lighted up by the solar rays.

A single and distinct luminous body causes stronger relief in the objects than a diffused light; as may be seen by comparing one side of a landscape illuminated by the sun, and one overshadowed by clouds, and illuminated only by the diffused light of the atmosphere.

Men born in hot countries love the night because it refreshes them and have a horror of light because it burns them.

The light and heat of the universe comes from the sun, and its cold and darkness from the withdrawal of the sun.