The herald of Hell’s lord is a tempest
Who wild overcomes any who near,
And with his own emotion and thought dear
Attempt with passion the reason to best.
So feel I now that love and eke the rest,
Which have been of my dame a joy to bear,
While remember I love and not my fear.
Yet cannot he the hope from my heart wrest:
I see even in darkness her eyes’ light,
Which brilliantly display the path ahead
To the throne of the wretched duke of night,
And render in me new constancy stead.
Into his presence now announced I come,
My love to win, God’s creature to take home.
1. “The herald … to best”: Recalling the Neoplatonic ideas of reason versus emotion (wit vs. will), it seemed only logical that the herald and guard of Hades’ chamber would be a tempest of emotion that played upon man’s greatest weakness (the will and passion).