Oh tears, no tears, but rain from Beauty's skies, <br />Making those lilies and those roses grow, <br />Which aye most fair, now more than most fair show, <br />While graceful Pity Beauty beautifies. <br /> <br />Oh honeyed sighs, which from that breast do rise, <br />Whose pants do make unspilling cream to flow, <br />Wing'd with whose breath, so pleasing zephyrs blow <br />As can refresh the hell where my soul fries. <br /> <br />Oh plaints conserv'd in such a sugar'd phrase <br />That Eloquence itself envies your praise <br />While sobb'd-out words a perfect music give. <br /> <br />Such tears, sighs, plaints, no sorrow is but joy: <br />Or if such heav'nly signs must prove annoy, <br />All mirth farewell, let me in sorrow live.<br /><br />Sir Philip Sidney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-100-oh-tears-no-tears/
