If My Lady Bid
If my lady bid begin,
Shall I say, 'No 'tis a sin'?
If she bid me kiss and play,
Shall I shrink, cold fool, away?
If she clap my cheeks and spy
Little Cupids in my eye,
Grip my hand and stroke my hair,
Shall I like a faintheart fear?
No, no, no, let those that lie
In dismal dungeons and would die
Despair and fear. Let those that cry
They are forsaken and would fly
Quit their fortunes. Mine are free.
Hope makes me hardy; so does she.
by Anonymous
|
|
