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
Why dost thou shoot, and I seek not to shield me?
I yield, (sweet love) spare then my wounded liver
And do not make my heart thy arrow’s quiver
O hold! What needs this shooting, when I yield me?
Why dost thou shoot? was written by John Wilbye.