I sung sometimes my thoughts’ and fancy's pleasure,
Where then I list, or time serv’d best and leisure,
While Daphne did invite me
To supper once, and drank to me to spite me.
I smil’d, yet still did doubt her,
And drank where she had drank before, to flout her.
But oh while I did eye her,
My eyes drank love, my lips drank burning fire.
More verses by John Wilbye
- Lady, Your Words Do Spite Me
- Ong Have I Made These Hills And Valleys Weary
- Sweet Love, If Thou Wilt Gain
- The Lady Oriana
- There, Where I Saw Her Lovely Beauty Painted