But higher far mine aimes, transcend above:
High bends thy force, through midst of Vulcans ire,
But higher flies my spirit, with wings of love,
High presse thy flames, the Christall aire to move,
But higher moves the scope of my engine,
High lieth the snow, on thy proud tops I prove,
But higher up ascends, my brave designe.
Thy height cannot surpasse this cloudy frame
But my poore soule, the highest Heavens doth claime,
Meane while with paine, I climb to view thy tops,