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.
Where beauty moves, and wit delights and signs of kindness bind meThere, O there! where’er I go I’ll leave my heart behind me.
Her free behaviour, winning looksWill make a Lawyer burn his books;I touched her not, alas! not I,And yet I love her till I die.