William Byrd
William Byrd
William Byrd
William Byrd
William Byrd
William Byrd
William Byrd
William Byrd
William Byrd
William Byrd
William Byrd
William Byrd
William Byrd
William Byrd
William Byrd
William Byrd
William Byrd
William Byrd
William Byrd
William Byrd
William Byrd
William Byrd
William Byrd
William Byrd
William Byrd
William Byrd
William Byrd
William Byrd
William Byrd
William Byrd
William Byrd
William Byrd
William Byrd
William Byrd
William Byrd
William Byrd
William Byrd
I thought that love had beene a boy, with blinded eies
Or else some other wanton toy, that men devise
Like tales of fayries often told
By doting age that dies for cold
I thought that Love had been a boy was written by William Byrd.