By John Donne
By this misled, too low things men have prov'd,
too high; beasts and angels have beene lov'd.
This Ape, though else
through-vaine, in this was wise,
He reach'd at things too high, but open
There was, and he knew not she would say nay;
prevaile not, likelier meanes he tries,
He gazeth on her face with
And up lifts subtly with his russet pawe
kidskinne apron without feare or awe
Of Nature; Nature hath no gaole,
though shee hath law.