To Mistress Philip Sidney

I must believe some miracles still be,
When Sidney's name I hear, or face I see:
For Cupid, who at first took vain delight
In mere out-forms, until he lost his sight,
Hath changed his soul, and made his object you:
Where finding so much beauty met with virtue,
He hath not only gain'd himself his eyes,
But, in your love, made all his servants wise.