<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519369" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who hath his fancy pleased<br>With fruits of happy sight,<br>Let here his eyes be raised<br>On Nature's sweetest light;<br>A light which doth dissever<br>And yet unite the eyes,<br>A light which, dying never,<br>Is cause the looker dies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She never dies, but lasteth<br>In life of lover's heart;<br>He ever dies that wasteth<br>In love his chiefest part:<br>Thus is her life still guarded<br>In never-dying faith;<br>Thus is his death rewarded,<br>Since she lives in his death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Look then, and die! The pleasure<br>Doth answer well the pain:<br>Small loss of mortal treasure,<br>Who may immortal gain!<br>Immortal be her graces,<br>Immortal is her mind;<br>They, fit for heavenly places--<br>This, heaven in it doth bind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But eyes these beauties see not,<br>Nor sense that grace descries;<br>Yet eyes deprived be not<br>From sight of her fair eyes--<br>Which, as of inward glory<br>They are the outward seal,<br>So may they live still sorry,<br>Which die not in that weal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But who hath fancies pleased<br>With fruits of happy sight,<br>Let here his eyes be raised<br>On Nature's sweetest light!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Philip+Sidney">Philip Sidney</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519369" data-title="Song de Philip Sidney" data-description="Who hath his fancy pleased With fruits of happy sight, Let here his eyes be raised On Nature's sweetest light; A light which doth dissever And yet unite the eyes, A light which, dying never, Is cause the looker dies. She never dies, but lasteth I..."></div> </div> </div>

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