The Bubble. A Song

To my revenge and to her desperate fearsFly, thou made bubble of my sighs and tears.In the wild air when thou hast rolled about,And, like a blasting planet, found her out.Stoop, mount, pass by to take her eye, then glareLike to a dreadful comet in the air:Next, when thou dost perceive her fixed sightFor thy revenge to be most opposite,Then, like a globe or ball of wild-fire, fly,And break thyself in shivers on her eye.