Astrophel and Stella: 60

When my good Angell guides me to the place,Where all my good I doe in Stella see,That heau'n of joyes throwes onely downe on meThundred disdaines and lightnings of disgrace:But when the ruggedest step of Fortunes raceMakes me fall from her sight, then sweetly sheWith words, wheerein the Muses treasures be,Shewes loue and pitie to my absent case.Now I wit beaten long by hardest Fate,So dull am, that I cannot looke intoThe ground of this fierce Loue and louely hate:Then some good bodie tell me how I do,Whose presence, absence, absence presence is;Blist in my curse, and cursed in my blisse.