Yield, ladies, yield to love, ladies, which lurketh under your eyelids whilst you sleep and playeth with your heartstrings whilst you wake, whose sweetness never breedeth satiety, labour weariness, nor grief bitterness.
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How at heaven’s gates she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings.
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| Birth: | 1554 |
| Death: | 1606 |
| Nationality: | British |
| Profession: | Playwright, Politician, Writer |
About
John Lyly was an English playwright, writer and politician. He earned a BA degree in 1573 and an MA degree in 1575 both from Magdalen College, Oxford University. He wrote several plays include: Woman in the Moone, Campaspe, Sapho and Phao, Endymion, Gallathea, Midas, Mother Bombie, and Love's Metamorphosis. He wrote several novels, including Euphues: The Anatomy of Wit, and Euphues and His England. At the end of his life, he became a Member of Parliament for Queen Elizabeth’s court, serving on a committee 1554about the wine abuse reformation in 1598.
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