When first I saw fair Doris eyes

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.