Here you will find the Poem Sonnet 42: Oh Eyes, Which Do The Spheres of poet Sir Philip Sidney
Oh eyes, which do the spheres of beauty move, Whose beams be joys, whose joys all virtues be, Who while they make Love conquer, conquer Love, The schools where Venus hath learn'd chastity; Oh eyes, whose humble looks most glorious prove, Only lov'd tyrants, just in cruelty, Do not, oh do not from poor me remove, Keep still my zenith, ever shine on me. For though I never see them, but straightways My life forgets to nourish languish'd sprites; Yet still on me, oh eyes, dart down your rays: And if from majesty of sacred lights, Oppressing mortal sense, my death proceed, Wracks triumphs be, which Love (high set) doth breed.
