Whatever one loves most is beautiful.
The evening star Is the most beautiful of all stars
Would Jove appoint some flower to reign, in matchless beauty on the plain, the Rose (mankind will all agree). The Rose the queen of flowers should be.
Now the Earth with many flowers puts on her spring embroidery
Love shook my heart/ Like the wind on the mountain/ Troubling the oak-trees
Stars veil their beauty soon / Beside the glorious moon, / When her full silver light / Doth make the whole earth bright.