Pantagruel Joy To The Person Of My Love Lyrics

Joy to the Person of My Love
Anon.

Joy to the person of my love although that she doth me
disdain.
Fixed are my thoughts and cannot remove and yet I love in
vain.
Shall I lose the sight of my joy and heart's delight?
Or shall I cease my suit?
Shall I strive to touch? Oh, no, that were too much;
She is forbidden fruit.
Ah, woe is me, that ever I did see
the beauty that did me bewitch.
But, now alas! I must forgo that face
the treasure I esteemed so much. O whither shall my sad heart go, or whither shall I flee?
Sad echo shall resound my plaint or else, alack, I needs
must die.
Shall I by her live who no life to me will give,
But deadly wounds my heart
If I flee away O will she cry me stay
My sorrow to convert?
O no, no, no she will not do so
But comfortless I must be gone.
But ere I go to friend or to foe
I’ll love her or I’ll love none.