Sir Philip Sidney - Astrophel and Stella: Sixth Song lyrics

Oh you that hear this voice, Oh you that see this face, Say whether of the choice Deserves the former place: Fear not to judge this 'bate, For it is void of hate. This side doth Beauty take, For that doth Music speak, Fit orators to make The strongest judgments weak: The bar to plead their right Is only true delight. Thus doth the voice and face These gentle lawyers wage Like loving brothers' case For father's heritage: That each, while each contends, Itself to other lends. For Beauty beautifies With heav'nly hue and grace The heav'nly harmonies; And in this faultless face The perfect beauties be A perfect harmony. Music more loft'ly swells In speeches nobly plac'd: Beauty as far excels In action aptly grac'd: A friend each party draws To countenance his cause. Love more affected seems To Beauty's lovely light, And Wonder more esteems Of Music's wondrous might: But both to both so bent, As both in both are spent. Music doth witness call The ear, his truth to try: Beauty brings to the hall The judgment of the eye: Both in their objects such As no exceptions touch. The common sense, which might Be arbiter of this, To be forsooth upright, To both sides partial is: He lays on this chief praise, Chief praise on that he lays. The Reason, princess high, Whose throne is in the mind, Which Music can in sky And hidden beauties find: Say whether thou wilt crown With limitless renown.