"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 were harms,
Were’t any harm? no, no, fie, 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."
There is a Lady sweet and kind
Thomas Ford's Music of Sundry Kinds
Ciao Alessia,
RispondiEliminaScusami se 'sporco' ignobilmente questo bel post ma volevo comunicarti che ti ho insignito del prestgiosissimo 'Boomstick Award'... ovviamente è un giochino per cinefili, ma mi è utile per rinnovare la mia stima per te e il mio apprezzamento per il tuo blog. Se ti va passa pure qui:
http://solaris-film.blogspot.it/2014/03/boomstick-award-2014_16.html
grazie mille per il Premio, passo subito da te! A great Honour, thank you :)
Elimina