"But, woe is me, alas! and, what can I

  Save my irrational desire lament?

  Which makes me soar a pitch so passing high,

  I reach a region, where my plumes are brent;

  Then, unsustained, fall headlong from the sky;

  Nor ends my woe; on other flight intent,

  Again I imp my wings, again I soar;

  To flame and fall, tormented evermore.