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
Stay, Corydon, thou swain
Talk not so soon of dying
What though thy heart be slain?
What though thy love be flying?
She threatens thee but dares not strike
Thy Nymph is light and shadow-like:
For if thou follow her, she'll fly from thee
But if thou fly from her, she'll follow thee
Stay, Corydon, thou swain was written by John Wilbye.