By wailful sonnets, whose composed rhymes
70 Should be full-fraught with serviceable vows.
Duke. [Ay,]
[Much] is the force of heaven-bred poesy.
Pro. Say that upon the altar of her beauty
You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart:
III. 2.
75 Write till your ink be dry, and with your tears
Moist it again; and frame some feeling [line]
That may discover [such] integrity:
For Orpheus’ lute was strung with poets’ sinews;