You Little Stars, Lord Brooke Fulke Greville, vers 1580 You little stars that live in skies And glory in Apollo's glory, In whose aspécts conjoinéd lies The heaven's will and nature's story, Joy to be likened to those eyes, Which eyes make all eyes glad or sorry ; For when you force thoughts from above, These overrule your force by love. And thou, O Love, which in these eyes Hast married Reason with Affection, And made them saints of Beauty's skies, Where joys are shadows of perfection, Lend me thy wings that I may rise Up, not by worth, but by election ; For I have vowed in strangest fashion To love and never seek compassion.