LOVE wing'd my Hopes and taught me how to fly Far from base earth, but not to mount too high:         For true pleasure         Lives in measure,         Which if men forsake, Blinded they into folly run and grief for pleasure take.

But my vain Hopes, proud of their new-taught flight, Enamour'd sought to woo the sun's fair light,         Whose rich brightness         Moved their lightness         To aspire so high That all scorch'd and consumed with fire now drown'd in woe they lie.

And none but Love their woeful hap did rue, For Love did know that their desires were true;         Though fate frowned,         And now drowned         They in sorrow dwell, It was the purest light of heav'n for whose fair love they fell.