I fare like him who, now his land-hope spent,
By unknown seas, sails to the Indian shore;
Chi va, e ritorna, fa buon viaggio.
Returning thence no richer than he went,
Yet cannot much his fortune blame therefore.
Since "Whoso ventures forth upon the Main,
Makes a good mart, if he return again."
XVI.
Lovers' Conceits are like a flatt'ring Glass,
That makes the lookers fairer than they are;