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
Fly not so swift, my dear, behold me dying
If not a smiling glance for all my crying
Yet kill me with thy frowns
The Satyrs o'er the lawns full nimbly dancing
Frisk it apace to view thy beauty's glancing
See how they coast the downs
Fain wouldst thou turn and yield them their delight
But that thou fear'st lest I should steal a sight
Fly not so swift my dear was written by John Wilbye.