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I saw my lady weep
The second book of songs and ayres
(1600)

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I saw my Lady weep, Sorrow was there made fair,

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