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
Penelope, that longèd for the sight
Of her Ulysses, wand’ring all too long
Felt never joy, wherein she took delight
Although she liv’d in greatest joys among
So I, poor wretch, possessing that I crave
Both live and lack, by wrong of thee I have:
Then blame me not, although to heavens I cry
And pray the gods that shortly I might die
Penelope that longed was written by William Byrd.