'Ay me,' quoth Venus, 'young, and so unkind? What bare excuses makest thou to be gone! I'll sigh celestial breath, whose gentle wind Shall cool the heat of this descending sun: 190 I'll make a shadow for thee of my hairs; If they burn too, I'll quench them with my tears.

From: VENUS AND ADONIS (Published in 1593)

I love this piece by Shakespeare because it is so full of emotion for me. I could do a hundred paintings from it alone. Oil paints on watercolor paper, varnished finish. Teeny tiny brushes and several hours of devotion which I felt was quite fitting considering the subject.