Astrophel and Stella: Sixt Song

O you that heare this voice,O you that see this face,Say whether of the choiceDeserues the former place:Feare not to judge this bate,For it is void of hate. This side doth beautie take,For that doth Musike speake,Fit oratours to makeThe strongest judgements weake:The barre to plead their right,Is only true delight. Thus doth the voice and face,These gentle Lawyers wage,Like louing brothers case,For fathers heritage:That each while each contends,It selfe to other lends. For beautie beautifies,With heauenly hew and grace,The heauenly harmonies;And in this faultlesse face,The perfect beauties beA perfect harmonie. Musicke more loftlie swelsIn speeches nobly placed:Beautie as farre excels,In action aptly graced:A friend each partie drawes,To countenance his cause: Loue more affected seemesTo beauties louely light,And wonder more esteemesOf Musike wondrous might:But both to both so bent,As both in both are spent. Musike doth winesse call,The eare his truth to trie:Beautie brings to the hal,Eye-judgement of the eye,Both in their objects such,As no exceptions tutch. The common sence, which mightBe Arbiter of this,To be forsooth vpright,To both sides partiall is:He layes on this side chiefe praise,Chiefe praise on that he laies. Then reason Princesse hy,Whose throne is in the mind,Which Musicke can in skyAnd hidden beauties find,Say whether thou wilt crowne,With limitlesse renowne.