No stony bulwark can resist the love, and love dares what anyone can love.
What fates impose, that men must needs abide; it boots not to resist both wind and tide.
And nothing is, but what is not.
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty.
Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way, Hiding they brav'ry in their rotten smoke?
This cold night will turn us all to fools and madmen.