There is a lady sweet and kind, <br /> Was never face so pleas'd my mind; <br /> I did but see her passing by, <br /> And yet I love her till I die. <br /> <br /> Her gesture, motion, and her smiles, <br /> Her wit, her voice, my heart beguiles, <br /> Beguiles my heart, I know not why, <br /> And yet I love her till I die. <br /> <br /> Her free behaviour, winning looks, <br /> Will make a lawyer burn his books; <br /> I touch'd her not, alas! not I, <br /> And yet I love her till I die. <br /> <br /> Had I her fast betwixt mine arms, <br /> Judge you that think such sports were harms, <br /> Were't any harm? no, no, fie, fie, <br /> For I will love her till I die. <br /> <br /> Should I remain confined there <br /> So long as Ph{oe}bus in his sphere, <br /> I to request, she to deny, <br /> Yet would I love her till I die. <br /> <br /> Cupid is winged and doth range, <br /> Her country so my love doth change: <br /> But change she earth, or change she sky, <br /> Yet will I love her till I die.<br /><br />Thomas Ford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-is-a-lady-sweet-and-kind/
