By ev’ry sweet tradition of true hearts,

Graven by Time, in love with his own lore;

By all old martyrdoms and antique smarts,

Wherein Love died to be alive the more;

Yea, by the sad impression on the shore,

Left by the drown’d Leander, to endear

That coast for ever, where the billow’s roar

Moaneth for pity in the Poet&rs............