I, being born a woman and distressed
By all the needs and notions of my kind,
Am urged by your propinquity to find
Your person fair, and feel a certain zest
To bear your body's weight upon my breast:
So subtly is the fume of life designed,
To clarify the pulse and cloud the mind,
And leave me once again undone, possessed.
Think not for this, however, the poor treason
A moment of more philosophical reflection – the fume of life echoes the ‘fume of sighs’ which  Romeo uses to describe love .
I being born a woman and distressed Sonnet XLI