Sir Philip Sidney - Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet LXXVII (Those looks, whose beams be joy, whose motion is delight,) lyrics

Those looks, whose beams be joy, whose motion is delight, That face, whose lecture shows what perfect beauty is: That presence, which doth give dark hearts a living light: That grace, which Venus weeps that she herself doth miss: That hand, which without touch holds more than Atlas might: Those lips, which make d**h's pay a mean price for a kiss: That skin, skin, whose pa**e-praise hue scorns this poor term of white: Those words, which do sublime the quintessence of bliss: That voice, which makes the soul plant himself in the ears: That conversation sweet, where such high comforts be, As constru'd in true speech, the name of heav'n it bears, Makes me in my best thought and quiet'st judgment see, That in no more but these I might be fully blest: Yet ah, my maiden Muse doth blush to tell the rest.