'Then, childish fear, avaunt! debating, die! (275)
Respect and reason, wait on wrinkled age! (276)
My heart shall never countermand mine eye: (277)
Sad pause and deep regard beseem the sage; (278)
My part is youth, and beats these from the stage:
Desire my pilot is, beauty my prize; (280)
Then who fears sinking where such treasure lies?'