A Lady Sweet and Kind
There is a lady sweet and kind,
was never face so pleas'd my mind;
I did but see her passing by,
and yet I love her till I die.
Her gesture, motion, and her smiles,
her wit, her voice, my heart beguiles,
beguiles my heart.
I know not why,
and yet I love her till I die.
Her free behaviour, winning looks,
will make a lawyer burn his books;
I touch'd her not,
alas! Not I,
and yet I love her till I die.
Had I her fast betwixt mine arms,
judge you that think such sports were harms,
Were't any harm?
No, no, fie, fie,
for I will love her till I die.
Should I remain confined there
so long as Phoebus in his sphere,
I to request, she to deny,
yet would I love her till I die.
Cupid is winged and doth range,
her country.
so my love doth change:
but change she earth, or change she sky,
yet will I love her till I die.