The Shepherd's Resolution in Love

If Jove himself be subject unto Love,
And range the woods to find a mortal prey;
If Neptune from the seas himself remove.
And seek on sands with earthly wights to play:
Then may I love my shepherdess by right.
Who fair excels each other mortal wight?

If Pluto could by Love be drawn from hell
To yield himself a silly virgin's thrall;
If Phoebus could vouchsafe on earth to dwell,
To win a rustic maid unto his call:
Then how much more should I adore the sight
Of her in whom the heavens themselves delight?

If country Fan might follow nymphs in chase.
And yet through Love remain devoid of blame;
If satyrs were excused for seeking grace
To joy the fruits of any mortal dame;
My shepherdess, why should not I love still,
On whom nor gods nor men can gaze their fill?