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65. Tears

John Dowland's Third and Last

VVTEEP 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 Ladys Tears

John Dowland's Third and Last

T 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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