Was never face so pleased 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 chanve she earth, or change she sky,
Yet will I love her till I die.
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