I fall, I fall, O stay me,
Dear love, with joys you slay me,
Of life your lips deprive me,
Sweet, let your lips revive me,
O whither are you hasting,
And leave my life thus wasting?
My health on you relying,
-Twere sin to leave me dying.

(C) John Wilbye
04/04/2017


Best Poems of John Wilbye

• Happy, O Happy He
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• 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!
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• When Shall My Wretched Life
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