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
Sweet love, if thou wilt gain a monarch’s glory
Subdue her heart, who makes me glad and sorry
Out of thy golden quiver
Take thou the strongest arrow
That will, thro’ bone and marrow
And me and thee of grief and fear deliver;
But come behind, for if she look upon thee
Alas! poor love, then thou art woebegone thee
Sweet love, if thou wilt gain was written by John Wilbye.