John Wilbye

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

Dear Pity, How, Ah! - Poem by John Wilbye

Dear pity, how, ah! how, wouldst thou become her!
That best becometh beauty's best attiring;
Shall my desert deserve no favour from her?
But still to waste myself in deep adminring,
Like him who calls to echo to relieve him,
Still tells and hears the tale, Oh! tale that grieves him.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 31, 2012



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