Treasure Island

John Wilbye

(7 March 1574 - September 1638 / Brome, Suffolk)

Ay me; can every rumour


Ay me; can every rumour
Thus start my lady's humour?
Name ye some gallant to her
Why straight forsooth I woo her.
Then burst she forth in passion:
You men love but for fashion.
Yet sure I am that no man
Ever so loved woman.
Yet, alas, Love, be wary
For women be contrary.

Submitted: Thursday, May 31, 2012

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