Anonymous Elizabethan And Jacobean Poems
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 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.