1 O Eyes leaue off your weeping,
Loue hath the thoughts in keeping,
That may content you :
Let not this misconceiuing,
Where comforts are receiuing,
Causelesse torment you.
2 Cloudes threaten but a shower,
Hope hath his happy houre,
Though long in lasting.
Time needs must be attended,
Loue must not be offended
With too much hasting.
3 But O the painfull pleasure,
Where Loue attends the leasure
Of liues wretchednesse :
Where Hope is but illusion,
And Feare is but confusion
Of Loues happinesse.
4 But happy Hope that seeth
How Hope and Hap agreeth :
Of life depriue me,
Or let me be assured,
When life hath death endured,
Loue will reuiue me.
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