There is a lady sweet and kind - Thomas Ford

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 PhSbus 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.

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Thomas Ford (1580 - 1648) England

Source: Representative Poetry Online