Astrophel and Stella: 101

Stella is sicke, and in that sicke bed liesSweetnesse, which breathes and pants as oft as she:And grace sick to, such fine conclusions tries,That sicknesse brags it selfe best graced to be.Beauty is sicke, but sicke in so faire guise,That in that palenesse beauties white we see,And joy which is inseperate from those eyes:Stella now learnes (strange case) to weepe in thee.Loue moues thy paine, and like a faithfull pageAs thy lookes sturre, comes vp and downe to make,All folkes prest at thy will thy paine to swage,Nature with care sweates for her darlings sake,Knowing worlds passe, ere she ynough can findOf such heauen stuffe, to cloath so heauenly a mind.