Longaville monologue

Hi!

Can someone please help me translate this classical text into modern language..
I need it for school and I don't know what to do.

It's Longaville's monolouge from act 4, scene 3 from Love's Labour's Lost





LONGAVILLE

Ay me! I am forsworn.Am I the first that have been perjur'd so?I fear these stubborn lines lack power to move.
O sweet Maria, empress of my love!
These numbers will I tear, and write in prose.

This same shall go.

Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye,
'Gainst whom the world cannot hold argument,
Persuade my heart to this false perjury?
Vows for thee broke deserve not punishment.
A woman I forswore; but I will prove,
Thou being a goddess, I forswore not thee:
My vow was earthly, thou a heavenly love;
Thy grace being gain'd, cures all disgrace in me.
Vows are but breath, and breath a vapour is:
Then thou, fair sun, which on my earth dost shine,
Exhal'st this vapour-vow; in thee it is:
If broken, then it is no fault of mine:
If by me broke, what fool is not so wise
To lose an oath to win a paradise!
By whom shall I send this?--Company! Stay.