Tears of Pearl

I fain would go, yet beauty calls me back.

To leave her so and not once say farewell

Were to transgress against all laws of love,

But if I use such ceremonious thanks

As parting friends accustom on the shore,

Her silver arms will coil me round about

And tears of pearl cry, “Stay, Aeneas, stay.”

Each word she says will then contain a crown,

And every speech be ended with a kiss.

I may not ’dure this female drudgery.

To sea, Aeneas! Find out Italy!

—Christopher Marlowe, Dido, Queen of Carthage