Every Conception That A Man Can Find

Every conception that a man can find is in the stone itself, already there concealed in excess, but will still require a hand to free it that obeys the mind. And you, like marble, lady without peer, hold possibilities of every kind; you hold the good I want and pain I fear, though I effect the opposite of my design. I won't claim Love's to blame for this, or Chance, or fault your beauty or demanding will, or blame unequal birth and circumstance; I'll say that mercy and annihilation both were waiting in your heart, and there my skill cannot discover anything but death.