Without looking I leapt

Off the tow’ring cliff,

Away thy river swept

me, surprised as stiff

Icharus in full-fall.

Alas, thy sunny face

Did make me a thrall,

Enslaved to thy grace.

Futile bachelorhood—

Captain against thy wiles—

Tho’ my callous heart stood

Up to Venus’ best guiles—

Confusedly I submit

To thy ostentatious wit.