Fly, Love, aloft to heav'n and look out Fortune,
Then sweetly, sweetly, sweetly her importune,
That I from my Calisto best beloved
As you and she set down be never moved.
And, Love, to Carimel see you commend me,
Fortune for his sweet sake may chance befriend me.
Fly, Love, Aloft
John Wilbye
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Poem topics: I love you, never, sweet, chance, sake, fortune, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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