Thomas Ford (composer)

"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 free behaviour, winning looks Will make a Lawyer burn his books; I touched her not, alas! not I, And yet I love her till I die."

"Since first I saw your face I resolved to honour and renown ye, If now I be disdained I wish my heart had never known ye. What? I that loved and you that liked shall we begin to wrangle? No, no no, my heart is fast, and cannot disentangle."

"Where beauty moves, and wit delights and signs of kindness bind me There, O there! where’er I go I’ll leave my heart behind me."

"Yet if his majesty our sovereign lord Should of his own accord Friendly himself invite, And say "I'll be your guest to-morrow night." How should we stir ourselves, call and command All hands to work! Let no man idle stand. [...] For 'tis a duteous thing To show all honour to an earthly king, [...] But at the coming of the King of Heaven All's set at six and seven: We wallow in our sin, Christ cannot find a chamber in the inn. We entertain him always like a stranger, And as at first still lodge him in the manger."