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.