Bright star of beauty, on whose eyelids sit <br />A thousand nymph-like and enamour'd Graces, <br />The Goddesses of Memory and Wit, <br />Which there in order take their several places; <br />In whose dear bosom sweet delicious Love <br />Lays down his quiver, which he once did bear, <br />Since he that blessed Paradise did prove, <br />And leaves his mother's lap to sport him there. <br />Let others strive to entertain with words; <br />My soul is of a braver metal made; <br />I hold that vile which vulgar wit affords; <br />In me's that faith which Time cannot invade. <br />Let what I praise be still made good by you; <br />Be you most worthy, whilst I am most true.<br /><br />Michael Drayton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-iv-bright-star-of-beauty/
