Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Do you not know how Love lost first his seeing?
Because with me once gazing
On those fair eyes, where all pow'rs have their being
She with her beauty blazing
Which death might have revived
Him of his sight, and me of heart deprived
Do you not know? was written by Thomas Morley.