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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519424" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet 77: Those Looks, Whose Beams Be Joy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519424" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Those looks, whose beams be joy, whose motion is delight, <br>That face, whose lecture shows what perfect beauty is: <br>That presence, which doth give dark hearts a living light: <br>That grace, which Venus weeps that she herself doth miss: </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519424" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">That hand, which without touch holds more than Atlas might: <br>Those lips, which make death's pay a mean price for a kiss: <br>That skin, skin, whose passe-praise hue scorns this poor term of white: <br>Those words, which do sublime the quintessence of bliss: </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519424" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">That voice, which makes the soul plant himself in the ears: <br>That conversation sweet, where such high comforts be, <br>As constru'd in true speech, the name of heav'n it bears, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519424" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Makes me in my best thought and quiet'st judgment see, <br>That in no more but these I might be fully blest: <br>Yet ah, my maiden Muse doth blush to tell the rest.</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>