Full Lyrics
Fain would I change that note
To which fond Love hath charmed me,
Long to sing by note,
Fancying that that harmed me:
Yet when this thought doth come,
“Love is the perfect sum
Of all delight,”
I have no other choice,
Either for pen or voice,
To sing or write.
O Love! they wrong thee much
That say thy sweet is bitter,
When thy rich fruit is such
As nothing can be sweeter.
Fair house of joy and bliss,
Where truest pleasure is,
I do adore thee:
I know thee what thou art,
I serve thee with my heart,
And fall before thee.
From Captain Tobias Hume’s
The First Part of Airs, &c. (1605)
