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John Wilbye

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John WilbyeJohn Wilbye (1574-1638) was a famous English madrigal composer. He wrote several poems, including Love Not Me for Comely Grace, and two volumes of madrigals including Weep, Weep O Mine Eyes and Draw On, Sweet Night, which have long been favorites and are often included in modern poem collections.

PASSIONATE . TENDER . AMOROUS
"The Bouquet" (a study) by John William Waterhouse, 1908

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Love Not Me for Comely Grace

Love not me for comely grace,
For my pleasing eye or face,
Nor for any outward part:
No, nor for a constant heart!
For these may fail or turn to ill:
Should thou and I sever.
Keep, therefore, a true woman’s eye,
And love me still, but know not why!
So hast thou the same reason still
To dote upon me ever.

Lady, When I Behold the Roses Sprouting

Lady, when I behold the roses sprouting,
Which clad in damask mantles deck the arbours,
And then behold your lips, where sweet love harbours,
My eyes present me with a double doubting.
For, viewing both alike, hardly my mind supposes
Whether the roses be your lips, or your lips the roses.

Oft Have I Vow’d How Dearly I Did Love Thee

Oft have I vow’d how dearly I did love thee,
And oft observ’d thee with all willing duty,
Sighs I have sent, still hoping to remove thee:
Millions of tears I tender’d to thy beauty,
Yet thou of sighs and silly tears regardless,
Suff’rest my feeble heart to pine with anguish,
Whilst all my barren hopes return rewardless,
My bitter days do waste, and I do languish.

Portrait: “The Bouquet” (a study) by John William Waterhouse. 1908.
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