I love my lady's eyes

I love my lady's eyes

Above the beauties rare

She most is wont to prize,

Above her sunny hair,

And all that face to face

Her glass repeats of grace.

For those are still the same

To her and all that see:

But oh! her eyes will flame

When they do look on me:

And so above the rest

I love her eyes the best.

Now say

Say, say! saith the music

Who likes my song?

I knew you by your eyes,

That rest on nothing long,

And have forgot surprise;

And stray

Stray, O stray! saith the music

as mine will stray,

The while my love 's away.