Astrophel and Stella - Sonnet CI
Stella is sicke, and in that sicke-bed lies Sweetnesse, which breathes and pants as oft as she: And Grace, sicke too, such fine conclusion tries, That Sickenesse brags it selfe best grac'd to be. Beauty is sicke, but sicke in so faire guise, That in that palenesse Beauties white we see; And Ioy, which is inseparate from those eyes, Stella now learnes (strange case) to weepe in me. Loue mones thy paine, and like a faithfull page, As thy lookes sturre, runs vp and downe, to make All folkes prest at thy will thy paine to swage; Nature with care sweates for hir darlings sake, Knowing worlds passe, ere she enough can finde, Of such heauen-stuffe to cloath so heau'nly minde.
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"Stella is sicke, and in that sicke-bed lies..."
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