The wisest scholar of the wight most wise <br />By Phoebus' doom, with sugar'd sentence says, <br />That Virtue, if it once met with our eyes, <br />Strange flames of love it in our souls would raise; <br /> <br />But for that man with pain his truth descries, <br />Whiles he each thing in sense's balance weighs, <br />And so nor will, nor can behold those skies <br />Which inward sun to heroic mind displays, <br /> <br />Virtue of late with virtuous care to stir <br />Love of herself, took Stella's shape, that she <br />To mortal eyes might sweetly shine in her. <br /> <br />It is most true, for since I her did see, <br />Virtue's great beauty in that face I prove, <br />And find th'effect, for I do burn in love.<br /><br />Sir Philip Sidney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxv-the-wisest-scholar/
