There is a lady sweet and kind Was never a 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 grace, 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.