John Wilbye
John Wilbye
John Wilbye
John Wilbye
John Wilbye
John Wilbye
John Wilbye
John Wilbye
John Wilbye
John Wilbye
John Wilbye
John Wilbye
John Wilbye
John Wilbye
John Wilbye
John Wilbye
John Wilbye
John Wilbye
John Wilbye
John Wilbye
John Wilbye
John Wilbye
John Wilbye
John Wilbye
John Wilbye
John Wilbye
John Wilbye
John Wilbye
John Wilbye
John Wilbye
John Wilbye
All pleasure is of this condition
It pricks men forward to fruition
But if enjoy'd, then like the humming Bee
The honey being shed, away doth flee;
But leaves a sting, that wounds the inward heart
With gnawing grief and never-ending smart
All pleasure is of this condition was written by John Wilbye.