John Wilbye

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

Thus Saith My Cloris Bright - Poem by John Wilbye

Thus saith my Cloris bright,
when we of Love sit downe and talke together,
Beware of Love, deere, Love is a walking sprite,
And Love is this and that,
And O I wot not what,
And comes and goes againe,
I wot not whither,
No, no, these are but bugs to breed amazing,
for in her eies I saw his torch light blazing.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 31, 2012



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