Sonnet 25

THE wisest scholler of the wight most wise,
By Phoebus doome, with sugred sentence sayes:
That vertue if it once meete our eyes,
Strange flames of loue it in our soules would rayse.
But for that man with paine this truth discries,
While he each thing in sences ballance wayes,
And so, nor will nor can behold those skyes,
Which inward Summe to heroicke minds displaies.
Vertue of late with vertuous care to stir
Loue of himselfe, take Stellas shape, that hee
To mortall eyes might sweetly shine in her.
It is most true, for since I did her see,
Vertues great beautie in her face I proue,
And finde defect; for I doe burne in loue.