To my revenge and to her desperate fears,
Fly, thou mad 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 glare
Like to a dreadful comet in the air;
Next, when thou dost perceive her fixed sight,
For thy revenge to be most opposite,
Then like a globe, or ball of wildfire, fly,
And break thyself in shivers on her eye.