Astrophil and Stella

Sonnet 25

The wisest scholar of the wight most wise 
By Phoebus' doom, with sugared sentence says, 
That virtue, if it once met with our eyes, 
Strange flames of love it in our souls would raise; 
   But for that man with pain this truth descries, 
While he each thing in sense's balance weighs, 
And so nor will nor can behold those skies 
Which inward sun to heroic mind displays 
   Virtue of late, with virtuous care to stir 
Love of herself, took Stella's shape, that she 
To mortal eyes might sweetly shine in her. 
It is most true; for since I her did see, 
   Virtue's great beauty in that face I prove, 
   And find the effect, for I do burn in love. 
Sir Philip Sidney

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