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And yet I cannot reprehend the flight, Or blame th'attempt, presuming so to soar; The mounting venture for a high delight Did make the honour of the fall the more. For who gets wealth, that puts not from the shore? Danger hath honours, great designs their fame, Glory doth follow, courage goes before; And though th'event oft answers not the same, Suffice that high attempts have never shame. The mean observer whom base safety keeps, Lives without honour, dies without a name, And in eternal darkness ever sleeps. And therefore, Delia, 'tis to me no blot To have attempted though attained thee not.