Classic Poem

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?
Danger hath honor, great designes their fame,
Glory doth follow, courage goes before.
And though th'euent oft answers not the same,
Suffice that high attempts haue neuer shame.
The meane obseruer (whom base safety keeps)
Liues without honour, dies without a name,
And in eternall darknesse euer sleeps.
And therefore D ELIA , tis to me no blot,
To haue attempted, though attaind thee not.