Thus love commands, that I in vain complain me,
And sorrow will that she shall still disdain me:
Yet did I hope, which hope my life prolonged,
To hear her say, alas! His love was wronged.
More verses by John Wilbye
- When Cloris Heard
- When Shall My Wretched Life
- Where Most My Thoughts
- Ye Restless Thoughts
- Ye That Do Live In Pleasures