From Michael Angelo

The might of one fair face sublimes my love ;
For it hath wean'd my heart from low desires,
Nor death I heed, nor purgatorial fires.
Thy beauty, antepart of joys above,
Instructs me in the bliss that saints approve ;
For oh ! how good, how beautiful must be
The God that made so good a thing as thee,
So fair an image of the heavenly Dove.
Forgive me if I cannot turn away
From those sweet eyes that are my earthly heaven,
For they are guiding stars benignly given
To tempt my footsteps to the upward way ;
And if I dwell too fondly in thy sight,
I live and love in God's peculiar light.