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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519389" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet 42: Oh Eyes, Which Do The Spheres</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519389" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Oh eyes, which do the spheres of beauty move, <br>Whose beams be joys, whose joys all virtues be, <br>Who while they make Love conquer, conquer Love, <br>The schools where Venus hath learn'd chastity; </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519389" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Oh eyes, whose humble looks most glorious prove, <br>Only lov'd tyrants, just in cruelty, <br>Do not, oh do not from poor me remove, <br>Keep still my zenith, ever shine on me. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519389" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">For though I never see them, but straightways <br>My life forgets to nourish languish'd sprites; <br>Yet still on me, oh eyes, dart down your rays: </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519389" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And if from majesty of sacred lights, <br>Oppressing mortal sense, my death proceed, <br>Wracks triumphs be, which Love (high set) doth breed.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Philip+Sidney">Philip Sidney</a></strong></div>

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