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
When shall my wretched life give place to death?
That my sad cares may be enforc’d to leave me
Come, saddest shadow, stop my vital breath
For I am thine, then let not care bereave thee
Of thy sad thrall but, with thy fatal dart
Kill care and me, while care lies at my heart
When shall my wretched life was written by John Wilbye.