O! for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention.

Let us kill all lawyers

Women's weapons, water-drops.

The attempt and not the deed confounds us.

And teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night.

Her virtues, graced with external gifts, Do breed love's settled passions in my heart; And like as rigour of tempestuous gusts Provokes the mightiest hulk against the tide, So am I driven by breath of her renown Either to suffer shipwreck or arrive Where I may have fruition of her love.

Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?