Giles Farnaby
Giles Farnaby
Giles Farnaby
Giles Farnaby
Giles Farnaby
Giles Farnaby
Giles Farnaby
Giles Farnaby
Giles Farnaby
Giles Farnaby
Giles Farnaby
Giles Farnaby
Giles Farnaby
Giles Farnaby
Giles Farnaby
Giles Farnaby
Giles Farnaby
Giles Farnaby
Giles Farnaby
Giles Farnaby
Giles Farnaby
Lady, when I behold your passions
So divers and so oft constrained
Up on such slight or no occasions
As though you were with grief sore pained
I enter into these persuasions:
A man might sail from Trent unto Danube
And yet not find so strange a piece as you be
Lady, when I behold your passions was written by Giles Farnaby.