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 lover 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.