Ye Restless Thoughts Poem by John Wilbye

Ye Restless Thoughts



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.

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John Wilbye

John Wilbye

Brome, Suffolk
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