Astrophel and Stella: 71

Who will in fairest booke of Nature know,How Vertue may best lodg'd in beautie be,Let him but learne of Loue to read in theeStella, those faire lines, which true goodnesse show.There shall he find all vices ouerthrow,Not by rude force, but sweetest soueraigntieOf reason, from whose light those night-birds flie;That inward sunne in thine eyes shineth so.And not content to be Perfections heireThy selfe, doest striue all minds that way to mooue:Who mark in thee what is in thee most faire.So while thy beautie drawes the heart to loue,As fast thy Vertue bends that loue to good:But ah, Desire still cries, giue me some food.