John Wilbye

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

Fly, Love, Aloft - Poem by John Wilbye

Fly, Love, aloft to heav'n and look out Fortune,
Then sweetly, sweetly, sweetly her importune,
That I from my Calisto best beloved
As you and she set down be never moved.
And, Love, to Carimel see you commend me,
Fortune for his sweet sake may chance befriend me.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 31, 2012

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