In truth, oh Love, with what a boyish kind <br />Thou doest proceed in thy most serious ways: <br />That when the heav'n to thee his best displays, <br />Yet of that best thou leav'st the best behind. <br /> <br />For like a child that some fair book doth find, <br />With gilded leaves or colored vellum plays, <br />Or at the most on some find picture stays, <br />But never heeds the fruit of writer's mind: <br /> <br />So when thou saw'st in Nature's cabinet <br />Stella, thou straight lookst babies in her eyes, <br />In her cheek's pit thou didst thy pitfall set: <br /> <br />And in her breast bopeep or couching lies, <br />Playing and shining in each outward part: <br />But, fool, seekst not to get into her heart.<br /><br />Sir Philip Sidney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xi-in-truth-oh-love/
