I always beg, yet never am relieved,
I grieve, because my griefs are not believed.
I cry aloud in vain, my voice outstretched,
And get but this, mine echo calls me wretched!
More verses by John Wilbye
- I Am Quite Tired With My Groans
- I Fall, I Fall
- I Live, And Yet Methinks I Do Not Breathe
- I Love, Alas! Yet Am Not Loved
- I Sung Sometimes