I saw my lady weep Dowland

.....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.

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 looks excels,

Tears kills the heart.

O strive not to be excellent in woe,

Which only breeds your beauty's overthrow......

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