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 68. Devotion

Captain Tobias Hume's The First Part of Airs, &c., 1605 Fain would I change that note     To which fond Love hath charm'd me Long, long to sing by rote, Fancying that that harm'd me: Yet when this thought doth come, 'Love is the perfect sum     Of all delight,' I have no other choice Either for pen or voice     To sing or write. O Love! they wrong thee much That say thy sweet is bitter, When thy rich fruit is such As nothing can be sweeter. Fair house of joy and bliss, Where truest pleasure is,    I do adore thee: I know thee what thou art, I serve thee with my heart,     And fall before thee. 69. Since First I saw your Face

Thomas Ford's Music of Sundry Kinds, 1607

Since first I saw your face I resolved to honour and renown ye; If now I be disdainèd I wish my heart had never known ye. What? I that loved and you that liked, shall we begin to wrangle? No, no, no, my heart is fast, and cannot disentangle.