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
Upon a Summers day love went to swim
And cast himselfe into a Sea of teares
The cloudes cald in their light, and Heaven waxt dim
And sighes did raise a tempest, causing feares
The naked boy could not so weld his armes
But that the waves were maisters of his might
And threatned him to worke farr greater harmes
If he devised not to scape by flight
Then for a bote his quiver stood in stead
His bow unbent, did serve him for a mast
Whereby to saile his cloth of vaile hee spread
His shaftes for ores on either bord he cast
From shipwracke safe this wag got thus to shore
& sware, to bath in lovers tears no more
Upon a summer’s day was written by William Byrd.