When first I saw fair Doris eyes, 
Cheering like rising day our plains,
Not envying others wealthier flocks,
I thought my selfe the happiest swain.

More blessed yet when my rude eare
Heard her harmonious numbers flow,
No more swain, I felt the joys
Only victorious Princes know.

Since which alowd, on thy free lip
To story out my hopes, and love,
Immortal grown, I held aloft
The mansion of dethroned Jove.

But when rul'd by kinder starres,
Thy namelesse treasures crown my paine,
Jove and his empty joyes despis'd,
I Shepheard turn'd on earth again.
   Gods, take your own, sayd I, vain altars now,
   I chuse a happy fate with her below.