Tudor and Stuart Love Songs — Anon.

MY SWEET SWEETING.

Ah, my sweet sweeting!

My little pretty sweeting, My sweeting will I love wherever I go: She is so proper and pure, Full steadfast, stable, and demure, There is none such, you may be sure, As my sweet sweeting.

In all this world, as thinketh me, Is none so pleasant to my eye, That I am glad so oft to see As my sweet sweeting.

When I behold my sweeting sweet, Her face, her hands, her mignon feet, They seem to me there is none so sweet As my sweet sweeting.

Anon.

, circa 1530. THE LOVER TO HIS LADY.

My girl, thou gazest much Upon the golden skies: Would _I_ were Heaven!

I would behold Thee then with all mine eyes!