StoryTitle("caps", "Since~First I~Saw Your~Face") ?>
From Thomas Ford's Music of Sundry Kinds (1607)
PoemStart() ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Since first I saw your face I resolved to honour and renown ye;", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "If now I be disdainéd I wish my heart had never known ye.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "What? I that loved and you that liked, shall we begin to wrangle?", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "No, no, no, my heart is fast, and cannot disentangle.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "If I admire or praise you too much, that fault you may forgive me;", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Or if my hands had stray'd but a touch, then justly might you leave me.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "I ask'd you leave, you bade me love; is't now a time to chide me?", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "No, no, no, I'll love you still what fortune e'er betide me.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "The Sun, whose beams most glorious are, rejecteth no beholder,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "And your sweet beauty past compare made my poor eyes the bolder:", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Where beauty moves and wit delights and signs of kindness bind me,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "There, O there! where'er I go I'll leave my heart behind me!", "") ?>
Poet("Anonymous", "") ?>
PoemEnd() ?>