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! (Anonymous)