'Why hunt I then for color or excuses? (268)
All orators are dumb when beauty pleadeth; (269)
Poor wretches have remorse in poor abuses; (270)
Love thrives not in the heart that shadows dreadeth: (271)
Affection is my captain, and he leadeth;
And when his gaudy banner is display'd, (273)
The coward fights and will not be dismay'd.