To the tune of the Spanish song, "Si tu senora no ducles de mi."
O fair! O sweet! when I do look on thee, In whom all joys so well agree, Heart and soul do sing ihis you hear is not my tongue, Whice said what I ceived; For it was of use bereaved, With a cruel aung. No! though too roof be cleaved, Feari he chastised be, Heart and soul do sing in me.
O fair! O sweet! when I do look on thee, In whom all joys so well agree, Just accord all music makes; In thee just accord excelleth, Where each part in such peace dwelleth, One of other beauty takes. Sihen truth to all minds telleth, That in thee lives harmony, Heart and soul do sing in me.
O fair! O sweet! when I do look on thee, In whom all joys so well agree, They that heaven have known do say, That whoso that grace obtaih, To see what fair sight there reigh, Forced are to sing alway:
So then sihat heaven remaih In thy face, I plainly see, Heart and soul do sing in me.
O fair! O sweet! when I do look on thee, In whom all joys so well agree, Sweet, think not I am at ease, For because my chief part sih; This song from deaths sorrow sprih: As to swan in last disease: For no dumbness, nor death, brih Stay to true loves melody: Heart and soul do sing in me.