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 chage she sky, Yet will I love her till I die.