There is a lady sweet and kind

There is a Lady sweet and kind,

Was never face so pleased 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 behavior, winning looks,

Will make a Lawyer burn his books;

I touched 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 confinèd there

So long as Phœbus 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.]