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
Ye restless thoughts, that harbour discontent
Cease your assaults and let my heart lament
And let my tongue have leave to tell my grief
That she may pity, though not grant relief
Pity would help, alas, what love hath almost slain
And salve the wound that fester'd this disdain
(And heal the wound by conquering her disdain.)
Ye restless thoughts was written by John Wilbye.