Richard Lynche - "Weary with serving where I nought could get" lyrics

Weary with serving where I nought could get, I thought to cross great Neptune's greatest seas, To live in exile; but my drift was let By cruel fortune, spiteful of such ease. The ship I had to pa** in was my mind, Greedy desire was topsail of the same, My tears were surges, sighs did serve for wind, Of all my ship despair was chiefest frame; Sorrow was master; care, the cable rope; Grief was the mainmast; love, the captain of it; He that did rule the helm was foolish hope; But beauty was the rock that my ship split, Which since bath made such shipwreck of my joy That still I swim in th' ocean of annoy.