Wouldst thou be famed? have those high acts in view, Brave men would act though scandal would ensue.
Edward YoungNot all the pride of beauty; Those eyes, that tell us what the sun is made of; Those lips, whose touch is to be bought with life; Those hills of driven snow, which seen are felt: All these possessed are nought, but as they are The proof, the substance of an inward passion, And the rich plunder of a taken heart.
Edward Young