Lady, your words do spite me
J. Wilbye
Lady, your words do spite me
Yet your sweet lips so soft kiss and delight me:
Your deeds my heart surcharged with overjoying
Your taunts my life destroying.
Since both have force to spill me,
Let kisses sweet, Sweet, kill me.
Knights fight with swords and lances,
Fight you with smiling glances:
So like swans of Leander
My ghost from hence shall wander
Singing and dying.