Yet, Sweet, Take Heed Poem by John Wilbye

Yet, Sweet, Take Heed



Yet, sweet, take heed, all sweets are hard to get;
Sting not her soft lips, Oh beware of that:
For if one flaming dart come from her eye,
Was never dart so sharp, ah, then you die!

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John Wilbye

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Brome, Suffolk
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