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
Fly, Love, aloft to heav'n and look out Fortune
Then sweetly, sweetly, sweetly her importune
That I from my Calisto best beloved
As you and she set down be never moved
And, Love, to Carimel see you commend me
Fortune for his sweet sake may chance befriend me
Fly love aloft was written by John Wilbye.