ANONYMOUS
If I admire or praise you too much, that fault you may
forgive me; Or if my hands had stray'd but a touch, then justly might
you leave me. I ask'd you leave, you bade me love; is 't now a time to chide
me?
No, no, no, I'll love you still what fortune e'er betide me. The Sun, whose beams most glorious are, rejecteth no
beholder, And your sweet beauty past compare made my poor eyes the
bolder: Where beauty moves and wit delights and signs of kindness
bind me, There, O there, where'er I go I'll leave my heart behind me'
��7P There is a Lady sweet and kind
Thomas Ford's Mustc of
MiERE is a Lady sweet and kind,
Was never face so pleated 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.
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