Content, but we will leave this paltry land,
And saile from hence to Greece, to lovely
Greece,
I'le be thy Jason, thou my golden Fleece;
Where painted Carpets o're the meads are hurl'd,
And Bacchus vineyards over-spread the world:
Where Woods and Forrests goe in goodly greene,
I'le be Adonis, thou shalt be Loves Queene.
The Meads, the Orchards, and the Primrose lanes,
Instead of Sedge and Reed, beare Sugar Canes:
Thou in those Groves, by Dis above,
Shalt live with me and be my love.