Fair eyes, sweet lips, dear heart, that foolish I <br />Could hope by Cupid's help on you to prey; <br />Since to himself he doth your gifts apply, <br />As his main force, choice sport, and easeful stay. <br /> <br />For when he will see who dare him gainsay, <br />Then with those eyes he looks, lo by and by <br />Each soul doth at Love's feet his weapons lay, <br />Glad if for her he give them leave to die. <br /> <br />When he will play, then in her lips he is, <br />Where blushing red, that Love's self them doth love, <br />With either lip he doth the other kiss: <br /> <br />But when he will for quiet's sake remove <br />From all the world, her heart is then his room <br />Where well he knows, no man to him can come.<br /><br />Sir Philip Sidney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-43-fair-eyes-sweet-lips/
