[♦] So thrive I in my dangerous attempt
Of hostile arms! myself myself confound!
[400] Heaven and fortune bar me happy hours!
Day, yield me not thy light; nor, night, thy rest!
Be opposite all planets of good luck
[♦] To my proceedings, if, with pure heart’s love,
[♦] Immaculate devotion, holy thoughts,
[405] I tender not thy beauteous princely daughter!
In her consists my happiness and thine;
[♦] Without her, follows to this land and me,