Ambitious love hath forced me to aspire
The beauties rare which do adorn thy face
Thy modest life yet bridles my desire
Whose severe law doth promise me no grace
But what? May love live under any law?
No, no. His power exceedeth man's conceit
Of which the Gods themselves do stand in awe
For on his frown, a thousand torments weight
Proceed then in this desperate enterprise
With good advise, and follow love, thy guide
That leads thee to thy wished Paradise
Thy climbing thoughts, this comfort take with all
That if it be thy foul disgrace to slide
Thy brave attempt shall yet excuse thy fall