John Wilbye poems
John Wilbye(7 March 1574 - September 1638 / Brome, Suffolk)
Love Not Me for Comely Grace
- by John Wilbye 18
Love not me for comely grace,For my pleasing eye or face;
Nor for any outward part,
No, nor for my constant heart:
For those may fail or turn to ill,
So thou and I shall sever.
Keep therefore a true woman's eye,
And love me still, but know not why;
So hast thou the same reason still
To doat upon me ever.
Adieu sweet amaryllis
- by John Wilbye 10
Adieu, adieusweet amaryllis.
For since to part your will is.
O heavy tiding
Here is for me no biding.
Yet once again
Ere that I part with you.
Amaryllis, amaryllis,
sweet Adieu.