Madrigal: Love Vagabonding

Sweet nymphs, if, as ye stray,
Ye find the froth-born goddess of the sea,
All blubber'd, pale, undone,
Who seeks her giddy son,
That little god of love,
Whose golden shafts your chastest bosoms prove,
Who, leaving all the heavens, hath run away;
If aught to him that find him she'll impart,
Tell her he nightly lodgeth in my heart.