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/astrophel-and-stella-lxxi/
