When my good angel guides me to the place, <br />Where all my good I do in Stella see, <br />That heav'n of joys throws only down on me <br />Thunder'd disdains and lightnings of disgrace: <br /> <br />But when the rugg'st step of Fortune's race <br />Makes me fall from her sight, then sweetly she <br />With words, wherein the Muses' treasures be, <br />Shows love and pity to my absent case. <br /> <br />Now I, wit-beaten long by hardest Fate, <br />So dull am, that I cannot look into <br />The ground of this fierce Love and lovely hate: <br /> <br />Then some good body tell me how I do, <br />Whose presence absence, absence presence is; <br />Blist in my curse, and cursed in my bliss.<br /><br />Sir Philip Sidney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-60-when-my-good-angel-guides-me/
