Alas what hope of speeding
Where hope beguiled lies bleeding?
She bade come when she spied me,
And when I came she flied me.
Thus when I was beguiled,
She at my sighing smiled.
But if you take such pleasure
Of hope and joy, my treasure,
By deceit to bereave me,
Love me, and so deceive me.
More verses by John Wilbye
- As Fair As Morn
- Sweet Honey-Sucking Bees
- Lady, When I Behold The Roses Sprouting
- Fly Not So Swift, My Dear
- Hard Destinies Are Love And Beauty Parted
