And yet I cannot reprehend the flight,
Or blame th'attempt presuming so to sore:
The mounting venter for a high delight
Did make the honour of the fall the more.
For who gets wealth that puts not from the shore?
Daunger hath honour, great designes their fame,
Glorie doth follow, courage goes before.
And though th'event oft aunswers not the same,
Suffise that high attempts have never shame.
The Meane-observer, (whom base Safety keepes,)
Lives without honour, dies without a name,
And in eternall darkness ever sleepes.
And therefore, Delia, 'tis to me no blot
To have attempted, though attain'd thee not.