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
Thus saith my Cloris bright
When we of Love sit downe and talke together
Beware of Love, deere, Love is a walking sprite
And Love is this and that
And O I wot not what
And comes and goes againe
I wot not whither
No, no, these are but bugs to breed amazing
For in her eies I saw his torch light blazing
Thus saith my Cloris bright was written by John Wilbye.