I long to sing the siege of Troy

I long to sing the Seidge of Troy;
Or Thebe's which Cadmus rear'd so high;
But though with hand & voice I strove
My Lute will sound nothing but Love

I chang'd the strings
But 'twould not do't;
At last I took an other Lute;
& then I tri'd to sing the praise
Of All-performing Hercules

But when I sung Alcide's name
My Lute resounds Love, Love again
The farewell all ye Græcian Peers
And all true Trojan Cavalleers:
Nor Godds nor men my Lute can move;
'Tis dumb to all but Love, Love, Love