Did shake with winde from Hesperus,
Whose sweete delicious Ayre did fly
Through all the Boundes of Arcady,
Which mov'd a vaine in Jack and Tom
To see the coast the winde came from.

This winde was love, which Princes state
To Pages turn, but who can hate
Where equall fortune love procures,
Or equall love success assures?
So virtuous Jack shall bring from Greece
The Beautyous prize, the Golden fleece.

Love is a world of many paines,
Where coldest hills, and hottest playnes,
With barren rockes and fertill fieldes
By turne despaire and comforte yeldes;
But who can doubt of prosperous lucke
Where Love and fortune both conducte?

Thy Grandsire great, and father too,
Were thine examples thus to doe,
Whose brave attempts, in heate of love,
Both France and Denmark did approve.
For Jack and Tom do nothing newe
When Love and Fortune they pursue.

Kind shepheardes that have lov'd them long,
Be not rasfe in censuringe wronge,
Correct your feares, leave of to mourne,