So light is love, in matchless beauty shining,
When she revisits Cypris' hallow'd bowers,
Two feeble doves, harness'd in silken twining,
Can draw her chariot 'midst the Paphian flowers.
Lightness to love, how ill it fitteth,
So heavy on my heart, O! on my heart he sitteth.
More verses by John Wilbye
- Oft Have I Vow'D
- Softly, O! Dropp Mine Eyes
- Stay, Corydon, Thou Swain
- I Always Beg
- I Am Quite Tired With My Groans