Page:Oxford Book of English Verse 1250-1918.djvu/136

 ANONYMOUS

If I admire or praise you too much, that fault you may

forgive me; Or if my hands had stray'd but a touch, then justly might

you leave me. I ask'd you leave, you bade me love; is 't now a time to chide

me?

No, no, no, I'll love you still what fortune e'er betide me. The Sun, whose beams most glorious are, rejecteth no

beholder, And your sweet beauty past compare made my poor eyes the

bolder: Where beauty moves and wit delights and signs of kindness

bind me, There, O there, where'er I go I'll leave my heart behind me'

��7P There is a Lady sweet and kind

Thomas Ford's Mustc of

MiERE is a Lady sweet and kind,

Was never face so pleated 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.

�� �