Stella, the only planet of my light, <br />Light of my life, and life of my desire, <br />Chief good, whereto my hope doth only aspire, <br />World of my wealth, and heav'n of my delight: <br /> <br />Why dost thou spend the treasure of thy sprite, <br />With voice more fit to wed Amphion's lyre, <br />Seeking to quench in me the noble fire <br />Fed by thy worth, and kindled by thy sight? <br /> <br />And all in vain, for while thy breath most sweet, <br />With choicest words, thy words with reasons rare, <br />Thy reasons firmly set on Virtue's feet, <br /> <br />Labor to kill in me this killing care: <br />Oh, think I then, what paradise of joy <br />It is, so fair a Virtue to enjoy.<br /><br />Sir Philip Sidney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-68-stella-the-only-planet/
