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    There is a lady sweet and kind,
    Was never face so pleas'd 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...

  • Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind
    For, from the nunnery
    Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind,
    To war and arms I fly.

    True, a new mistress now I chase,
    The first foe in the field;
    And with a stronger faith- embrace
    A sword, a horse, a shield.

    Yet this unconstancy is such
    As you too shall adore;
    For, I could not love thee, Dear, so much...