There is a Ladie sweet and kind, Was neuer face to pleasde my mind, I did but see her passing by, And yet I loue her till I die. Her iesture, motion and her smiles, Her wit, her voyce my hart beguiles, Beguiles my hart, I know not why, And yet I loue her till I die. Her free behauiour winning lookes, Will make a Lawyer burne his bookes, I toucht her not, alas not I, And yet I loue her till I die. Had I her fast betwixt mine armes, Iudge you that thinke such sports were harmes, Wert any harm? no, no, fie, fie, For I will loue her till I die. Should I remaine confined there, So long as Phebus in his spher, I to request shee to denie, Yet would I loue her till I die. Cupid is winged and doth range, Her countrie so my loue doth change, But change she earth, or change she skie, Yet will I loue her till I die.
Online text copyright ©, Harald Lillmeyer