Oft have I vow'd how dearly I did love thee,
And oft observ'd thee with all willing duty,
Sighs I have sent, still hoping to remove thee:
Millions of tears I tender'd to thy beauty,
Yet thou of sighs and silly tears regardless,
Suff'rest my feeble heart to pine with anguish,
Whilst all my barren hopes return rewardless,
My bitter days do waste, and I do languish.
(C) John Wilbye
03/23/2017
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