Alas what hope of speeding
Where hope beguiled lies bleeding?
She bade come when she spied me,
And when I came she flied me.
Thus when I was beguiled,
She at my sighing smiled.
But if you take such pleasure
Of hope and joy, my treasure,
By deceit to bereave me,
Love me, and so deceive me.
(C) John Wilbye
04/04/2017
Best Poems of John Wilbye
- Happy, O Happy He
- The Lady Oriana
- Fly, Love, Aloft
- I Always Beg
- Thus Saith My Cloris Bright
- O Wretched Man!
- Ong Have I Made These Hills And Valleys Weary
- I Love, Alas! Yet Am Not Loved
- Ah! Cannot Sighs Not Tears
- What Needeth All This Travail?
- Thou Art But Young, Thou Say-st
- Dear Pity, How, Ah!
- A Silly Sylvan, Kissing Heavn-born Fire
- When Shall My Wretched Life
- Alas! What A Wretched Life Is This!
- As Matchless Beauty
- Away, Thou Shalt Not Love Me
- O Fools! Can You Not See
- There Is A Jewel
- I Sung Sometimes
- Lady, When I Behold The Roses Sprouting