Astrophel and Stella: 32

Morpheus the liuely sonne of deadly sleepe,Witnesse of life to them that liuing die:A Prophet oft, and oft in historie,A Poet eke, as humours fly or creepe,Since thou in me so sure a power doest keepe,That neuer I with close vp sense do lie,But by thy worke (my Stella) I descrie,Teaching blind eyes both how to smile and weepe.Vouchsafe of all acquaintance this to tell,Whence hast thou Iuorie, Rubies, pearle and gold,To shew her skin, lips, teeth and head so well?Foole, answers he, no Indes such treasures hold,But from thy heart, while my sire charmeth thee,Sweet Stellas image I do steale to me.