Chapter 16 No.16

Since I have spread my wings to my desire,

The more I feel the air beneath my feet,

So much the more towards the wind I bend

My swiftest pinions,

And spurn the world and up towards heaven I go.

Not the sad fate of Daedalus's son

Does warn me to turn downwards,

But ever higher will I rise.

Well do I see, I shall fall dead to