Thomas Ford (1580?-1648)
There Is a Lady Sweet and Kind
1There is a lady sweet and kind,
2Was never face so pleas'd my mind;
3I did but see her passing by,
4And yet I love her till I die.
5Her gesture, motion, and her smiles,
6Her wit, her voice, my heart beguiles,
7Beguiles my heart, I know not why,
8And yet I love her till I die.
9Her free behaviour, winning looks,
10Will make a lawyer burn his books;
11I touch'd her not, alas! not I,
12And yet I love her till I die.
13Had I her fast betwixt mine arms,
14Judge you that think such sports were harms,
15Were't any harm? no, no, fie, fie,
16For I will love her till I die.
17Should I remain confined there
18So long as Phbus in his sphere,
19I to request, she to deny,
20Yet would I love her till I die.
21Cupid is winged and doth range,
22Her country so my love doth change:
23But change she earth, or change she sky,
24Yet will I love her till I die.
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Original text: Thomas Ford, Mvsicke of svndrie kindes (London: John Windet, 1607). M C346 Music Library mfm
First publication date:
RPO poem editor: N. J. Endicott
RP edition: 2RP.1.238, ed. N. J. Endicott; RPO 1996-2000.
Recent editing: 1:2002/4/27
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