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Sorrow was there made fair, And Passion wise; Tears a delightful thing; Silence beyond all speech, a wisdom rare*

She made her sighs to sing, And all things with so sweet a sadness move As made my heart at once both grieve and love.

O fairer than aught else

The world can show, leave off in time to grieve' Enough, enough, your joyful look excels:

Tears kill the heart, believe. O strive not to be excellent in woe, Which only breeds your beauty's overthrow.

��76 Sister, Awake!

Thomas Bateson's First Set of

English Madrigals, 1604.

SISTER, awake' close not your eyes! The day her light discloses, And the bright morning doth arise Out of her bed of roses.

See the clear sun, the world's bright eye,

In at our window peeping Lo, how he blusheth to espy

Us idle wenches sleeping'

Therefore awake! make haste, I say,

And let us, without staying, All in our gowns of green so gay

Into the Park a-maying!

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