Delia: Sonnet 30

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?
Daunger hath honour, great designes their fame,
Glorie doth follow courage goes before.
And though th'euent oft aunswers not the same,
Suffise that high attempts haue neuer shame.
The Meane-obseruer, (whom base Safety keepes,)
Liues without honour, dies without a name,
And in eternall darknes euer sleepes.
And therefore DELIA, tis to me no blot,
To haue attempted, though attain'd thee not.