Lady, Your Words Do Spite Me

Lady, your words do spite me,
Yet your sweet lips so soft,
Kiss and delight me:
Your deeds my heart surcharged with over joying,
Your taunts my life destroying.
Since both have force to spill me,
Let kisses sweet, sweet kill me.
Knights fight with swords and lances,
Fight you with smiling glances,
So like Swans of Leander,
My ghost from hence shall wander.
Singing and dying,
Singing and dying.