Where beauty moves, and wit delights and signs of kindness bind me There, O there! where’er I go I’ll leave my heart behind me.
Thomas Ford
English composer, lutenist, viol player and poet
4 pieces
- Lived
- 1580–1648
- Died
- London
- Nationality
- Kingdom of England
- Known as
- writer, composer, poet, string player
- Era
- Renaissance
- Movement
- Baroque music
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Works (4)
Since first I saw your face I resolved to honour and renown ye, If now I be disdained I wish my heart had never known ye. What? I that loved and you that liked shall we begin to wrangle? No, no no, my heart is fast, and cannot disentangle.
Her free behaviour, winning looks Will make a Lawyer burn his books; I touched her not, alas! not I, And yet I love her till I die.
There is a Lady sweet and kind, Was never face so pleased my mind; I did but see her passing by, And yet I love her till I die.