John Jeffreys - Passing By

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;
I touch'd 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 wеre harms
Were't any harm? no, no, fiе, fie
For i will love her till i die

Should i remain confined there
So long as ph
{oe}bus 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 she earth, or change she sky
Yet will i love her till i die