Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Those spots upon my Lady's face appearing
The one of black, the other bright carnation
Are like the mulberries in dainty gardens growing
Where grows delight and pleasures of each fashion
They grow too high, and warely kept from me
Which makes me sing ah me! 't will never be
Those spots upon my Lady’s face was written by Thomas Weelkes.