Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Anonymous. 160770. There is a Lady sweet and kind Thomas Ford’s Music of Sundry Kinds
| 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. | |
| Her gesture, motion, and her smiles, | 5 |
| Her wit, her voice my heart beguiles, | |
| Beguiles my heart, I know not why, | |
| And yet I love her till I die. | |
| Cupid is wingèd and doth range, | |
| Her country so my love doth change: | 10 |
| But change she earth, or change she sky, | |
| Yet will I love her till I die. |