Quickly to the green earth’s end,
[Where the bowed welkin slow doth bend], 1015
And from thence can soar as soon
To the corners of the moon.
Mortals, that would follow me,
Love Virtue; she alone is free.
She can teach ye how to climb 1020
Higher than [the sphery chime];
Or, if Virtue feeble were,
Heaven itself would stoop to her.