John Wilbye (7 March 1574 - September 1638 / Brome, Suffolk)
Change me, O heav'ns
Change me, O heav'ns, into the ruby stone,
That on my love's fair locks doth hang in gold:
Yet leave me speech, to her to make my moan;
And give me eyes, her beauties to behold.
Or, if you will not make my flesh a stone,
Make her hard heart seem flesh, that now seems none.
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- Cruel, behold my heavy ending
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