Die, Hapless Man Poem by John Wilbye

Die, Hapless Man



Die, hapless man, since she denies thee grace,
Die, and despair, sith she doth scorn to love thee.
Farewell, most fair, tho' thou dost fair deface,
Sith for my duteous love thou dost reprove me.
Those smiling eyes, that sometimes me revived,
Clouded of frowns, have me of life deprived.

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John Wilbye

John Wilbye

Brome, Suffolk
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