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 65. Tears

John Dowland's Third and Last Book of Songs or Airs, 1603 Weep you no more, sad fountains;   What need you flow so fast? Look how the snowy mountains  Heaven's sun doth gently waste! But my Sun's heavenly eyes    View not your weeping,     That now lies sleeping Softly, now softly lies           Sleeping. Sleep is a reconciling,  A rest that peace begets; Doth not the sun rise smiling   When fair at even he sets? Rest you then, rest, sad eyes! Melt not in weeping,    While she lies sleeping Softly, now softly lies           Sleeping. 66. My Lady's Tears

John Dowland's Third and Last Book of Songs or Airs, 1603

I saw my Lady weep, And Sorrow proud to be advancèd so In those fair eyes where all perfections keep. Her face was full of woe; But such a woe (believe me) as wins more hearts Than Mirth can do with her enticing parts.