With me with firm holding, yet haste, haste on.
For your life adhere to me,
(I may have to be persuaded many times before [I consent to give
myself really to you, but what of that?
Must not Nature be persuaded many times?)
No daint dolce affettuoso I,
Bearded, sun-burnt, gray-neck’d, forbidding, I [have arrived,
To be wrestled with as I pass for the solid [prizes of the universe,
For such I afford whoever can persevere [to win them.
