John Wilbye

(7 March 1574 - September 1638 / Brome, Suffolk)

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  • David John (4/28/2011 5:09:00 PM)

    one can't tell how good he is until one goes thru his plays. He (shakespeare) is too good.

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Love Not Me For Comely Grace

Love not me for comely grace,
For my pleasing eye or face;
Nor for any outward part,
No, nor for my constant heart:
For those may fail or turn to ill,
So thou and I shall sever.
Keep therefore a true woman's eye,
And love me still, but know not why;
So hast thou the same reason still
To doat upon me ever.

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Ah! Cruel Amarillis

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,
Come quickly,death,
‘Reave me of breath,
Ah! cruel Amarillis, adieu.

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