And needs would kiss, but burnt his lips with it?
What is it, but the cloud of empty rain,
Which when Jove's guest embraced, he monsters got?
Or the false pails, which oft being filled with pain,
Received the water, but retained it not?
Shortly, what is it but the fiery Coach
Which the Youth sought, and sought his death withal?
Or the Boy's wings, which when he did approach
The sun's hot beams, did melt, and let him fall?