I am quite tired with my groans;
O'ercharged with a heavy load
Of miseries, breaking all my bones,
Laid on me justly by my God.
More verses by John Wilbye
- I Fall, I Fall
- I Live, And Yet Methinks I Do Not Breathe
- I Love, Alas! Yet Am Not Loved
- I Sung Sometimes
- Lady, Your Words Do Spite Me