Down, wanton, down! Have you no shame br That at the whisper of Love's name, br Or Beauty's, presto! up you raise br Your angry head and stand at gaze? br br Poor bombard-captain, sworn to reach br The ravelin and effect a breach-- br Indifferent what you storm or why, br So be that in the breach you die! br br Love may be blind, but Love at least br Knows what is man and what mere beast; br Or Beauty wayward, but requires br More delicacy from her squires.