Treasure Island

John Wilbye

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

When shall my wretched life


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.

Submitted: Thursday, May 31, 2012

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