If magic were done by one of wise, And thy one of magic that doth twas I,
For capture of earth in heaven and hell,
And all of the secrets forbidden to tell.
Then close the world like night on day,
And kill the child’s desires to play.
For I’d extend thy life but to an end, Like woman’s persisting desires to mend,
For man who art thou monarchy, Since I only possess my hatred for thee.