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There is a lady sweet and kind

by Thomas Ford

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Drawing the boundary…

To the Nightingale

by Sir John Davies

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Drawing the boundary…

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There is a lady sweet and kind

by Thomas Ford

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.

Her free behaviour, winning looks,
Will make a lawyer burn his books;
I touched her not—alas, not I—
And yet I love her till I die.

Had I her fast betwixt mine arms,
Judge you that think such sports were harms;
Were’t any harm? no, no—fie, fie—
For I will love her till I die.

Should I remain confined there
So long as Phoebus in his sphere,
I to request, she to deny—
Yet would I love her till I die.

Cupid is winged and doth range;
Her country so my love doth change;
But change the earth or change the sky,
Yet will I love her till I die.

To the Nightingale

by Sir John Davies

Euery night from euen till morne,
Loue's Quirister amidde the thorne
Is now so sweet a singer;
So sweet, as for her song I scorne
Apollo's voice, and finger.

But Nightingale, sith you delight
Euer to watch the starry night;
Tell all the starres of heauen,
Heauen neuer had a starre so bright,
As now to Earth is giuen.

Royall Astræa makes our day
Eternall with her beames, nor may
Grosse darknesse ouercome her;
I now perceiue why some doe write,
No countrey hath so short a night,
As England hath in Summer.

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