Why should your fair eyes with such sovereign grace <br />Disperse their rays on every vulgar spirit, <br />Whilst I in darkness, in the self-same place, <br />Get not one glance to recompense my merit? <br />So doth the plowman gaze the wand'ring star, <br />And only rest contented with the light, <br />That never learn'd what constellations are <br />Beyond the bent of his unknowing sight. <br />O why should Beauty, custom to obey, <br />To their gross sense apply herself so ill? <br />Would God I were as ignorant as they, <br />When I am made unhappy by my skill, <br />Only compell'd on this poor good to boast: <br />Heav'ns are not kind to them that know them most.<br /><br />Michael Drayton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xliii-why-should-your-fair-eyes/
