Owain Phyfe - Joy to the Person of My Love lyrics

Joy to the person of my love Although she doth me distain. Fixt are my thoughts and may not move And yet I love in vain. Shall I lose the sight of my joy and heart's delight? Or shall I cease my sute? Shall I strive to touch? Oh, no, it were too much; She is forbidden fruit. Oh, woe is me, that ever I did see The beauty that did me bewitch. Yet, our alace! I must forgo that face The tresour I esteem'd so much. A thousand good fortuns fall to her share Although she hath rejected me And fill'd my sad heart full of despaire Yet ever shall I constant be. For she is the Dame that my tongue shall ever name Fair branch of modestie. Choise of heart and mind, Oh, were she half so kind Then would she pitie me. Sweet, turn at last, be kind as thou art chast And let me in thy bosom dwell. Then shall we gain the pleasur of love's pain. Till then, my deirest deir, farewell.