Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage! Blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drenched our teeples, drowned the cocks! You sulphurour and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world! Crack nature's molds, all germens spill at once That make ingrateful man!

Yield not thy neck To fortunes yoke, but let thy dauntless mind Still ride in triumph over all mischance.

I go, I go, look how I go, swifter than an arrow from a bow

The coward dies a thousand deaths, the valiant, only once!

And keep you in the rear of your affection, Out of the shot and danger of desire, The chariest maid is prodigal enough If she unmasks her beauty to the moon.

She cannot love, nor take no shape nor project or affection, she is so self-endeared

Praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear