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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519417" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet 7: When Nature</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519417" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When Nature made her chief work, Stella's eyes, <br>In color black why wrapp'd she beams so bright? <br>Would she in beamy black, like painter wise, <br>Frame daintiest lustre, mix'd of shades and light? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519417" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Or did she else that sober hue devise, <br>In object best to knit and strength our sight, <br>Lest if no veil those brave gleams did disguise, <br>They sun-like should more dazzle than delight? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519417" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Or would she her miraculous power show, <br>That whereas black seems Beauty's contrary, <br>She even if black doth make all beauties flow? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519417" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Both so and thus, she minding Love shoud be <br>Placed ever there, gave him this mourning weed, <br>To honor all their deaths, who for her bleed.</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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