There Is A Lady Sweet And Kind, Thomas Ford's Music Of Sundry Kinds

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.

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.

by Anonymous

Comments (3)

This is my ancester. Beautiful words extraordinary love poem...I love this, beautiful rhythm and flow, very pleased I found this one, adding to my favorites ★
My lover read this to me. It is lovely beyond words