Astrophel and Stella - Sonnet LXVIII
Stella, the onely planet of my light, Light of my life, and life of my desire, Chiefe good whereto my hope doth only aspire, World of my wealth, and heau'n of my delight; Why dost thou spend the treasures of thy sprite With voice more fit to wed Amphions lyre, Seeking to quench in me the noble fire Fed by thy worth, and kindled by thy sight? And all in vaine: for while thy breath most sweet With choisest words, thy words with reasons rare, Thy reasons firmly set on Vertues feet, Labour to kill in me this killing care: O thinke I then, what paradise of ioy It is, so faire a vertue to enioy!
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