Ah! Cruel Amarillis - Poem by John Wilbye
Ah! cruel Amarillis, since thou tak’st delight
To hear the accents of a doleful ditty,
To triumph still without remorse or pity;
I loathe this life,death must my sorrow right;
And lest vain hope my miseries renew,
‘Reave me of breath,
Ah! cruel Amarillis, adieu.
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