John Wilbye

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

Ye That Do Live In Pleasures - Poem by John Wilbye

Ye that do live in pleasures plenty,
and dwell in Music's sweetest Airs,
whose eyes are quick, whose ears are dainty,
not clogg'd with earth or worldly cares,
come sing this song, made in Amphion's praise,
who now is dead, yet you his fame can raise.

Call him again, let him not die,
but live in Music's sweetest breath;
place him in fairest memory,
and let him triumph over death.
O sweetly sung, his living wish attend ye.
These were his words, 'The mirth of heav'n God send ye.'


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 31, 2012



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