Cipriano (cavalierly drest). Oh, mad, mad, mad ambition! to the skies
Lifting to drop me deep as Hades down!—
What! Cipriano—what the once so wise
Cipriano—quit his wonted exercise
Among the sober walks of old renown,
To fly at love—to swell the wind with sighs
Vainer than learning—doff the scholar’s gown
For cap and feather, and such airy guise
In which triumphant love is wont to go,
But wins less acceptation in her eyes—