1
Scinthia Queene of Seas and Lands,
That fortune euery where commands,
Sent forth fortune to the sea,
To trye her fortune euery way:
There did I fortune meete,
Which makes mee now to sing,
There is no fishing to the Sea,
Nor seruice to a King.
2
All the Nimphes of Theatis traine
Did Scinthias fortune entertaine:
Many a Iewell, many a Iem
Was to her fortune brought by them:
Her fortune sped so well,
Which makes me now to sing,
There is no fishing to the Sea,
Nor seruice to a King.
3
Fortune that it might be seene,
That she did serue a royall Queene,
A franke and royall hand did beare,
And cast her fauoures euery where:
Such toyes fell to my lot,
Which makes me now to sing,
There is no fishing to the Sea,
Nor seruice to a King.
words by:
Sir John Davies