Sweet Love, If Thou Wilt Gain Poem by John Wilbye

Sweet Love, If Thou Wilt Gain



Sweet love, if thou wilt gain a monarch’s glory,
Subdue her heart, who makes me glad and sorry,
Out of thy golden quiver,
Take thou the strongest arrow,
That will, thro’ bone and marrow,
And me and thee of grief and fear deliver;
But come behind, for if she look upon thee,
Alas! poor love, then thou art woebegone thee.

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John Wilbye

John Wilbye

Brome, Suffolk
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