Who will in fairest book of nature know <br />How virtue may best lodg'd in beauty be, <br />Let him but learn of love to read in thee, <br />Stella, those fair lines which true goodness show. <br />There shall he find all vices' overthrow, <br />Not by rude force, but sweetest sovereignty <br />Of reason, from whose light those night-birds fly; <br />That inward sun in thine eyes shineth so. <br />And, not content to be perfection's heir <br />Thyself, dost strive all minds that way to move, <br />Who mark in thee what is in thee most fair. <br />So while thy beauty draws thy heart to love, <br />As fast thy virtue bends that love to good: <br />But "Ah," Desire still cries, "Give me some food!"<br /><br />Sir Philip Sidney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-lxxi-who-will-in-fairest-book/
