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
Lady, your words do spite me
Yet your sweet lips, so soft, kiss and delight me
Your deeds my heart surcharg'd with overjoying
Your taunts my life destroying
Since both have force to spill me
Let kisses sweet, Sweet, kill me
Knights fight with swords and lances
Fight you with smiling glances
So, like swans of Leander
My ghost from hence shall wander
Singing and dying
Lady your words do spite me was written by John Wilbye.