[XVIII. Ambitious loue hath forst me to aspire]
Ambitious loue hath forst me to aspire
Ambitious loue hath forst me to aspire, the beauties rare which
do adorne thy face: Thy modest life yet bridles my desire, whose seuere law doth promise
me no grace. But what? may loue liue vnder any law. No, no his power exceedeth
mans cōceit: Of which the Gods thēselues do stād in awe: for on his frown, a
thousād tormēts waite. Proceed thē in this desperate enterprise, with good aduise, &
follow loue thy guyd, that leads thee to thy wished Paradise, to thy wished Paradise,
Paradise. Thy climing thoughts, this comfort take with all, that if it be thy foule
disgrace to slide, thy braue attēpt shall yet excuse thy fall, thy braue attempt shal yet
excuse thy fall, shall yet excuse thy fall.
