document.write("I am two fools, I know,<br />    For loving, and for saying so<br />        In whining poetry ;<br />But where\\\'s that wise man, that would not be I,<br />        If she would not deny ?<br />...I thought, if I could draw my pains<br />    Through rhyme\\\'s vexation, I should them allay.<br />Grief brought to numbers cannot be so fierce,<br />For he tames it, that fetters it in verse.<br /><br />...To love and grief tribute of verse belongs,<br />    But not of such as pleases when \\\'tis read.<br />Both are increasèd by such songs,<br />    For both their triumphs so are published,<br />And I, which was two fools, do so grow three.<br />Who are a little wise, the best fools be.");