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 ANONYMOUS Tears

John Dowland's Third and Last

r EEP 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.

75 My Lady's Tears

John Dowland's Third and Last

I SAW my Lady weep, And Sorrow proud to be advanced 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.

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