THE SECOND BOOKE
of  S o n g s  or  A y r e s

J O H N   D OVV L A N D

1600

I. I saw my Lady weepe.

      To the most famous, Anthony Holborne.

      I saw my Lady weepe,
      And sorrow proud to bee aduanced so :
      In those faire eies where all perfections keepe,
      Hir face was full of woe,
      But such a woe (beleeue me) as wins more hearts,
      Than mirth can doe, with hir intysing parts.
     
      Sorrow was there made faire,
      And passion wise, teares a delightfull thing,
      Silence beyond all speech a wisdome rare,
      Shee made her sighes to sing,
      And all things with so sweet a sadnesse moue,
      As made my heart at once both grieue and loue.
     
      O fayrer than ought ells,
      The world can shew, leaue of in time to grieue,
      Inough, inough, your ioyfull lookes excells,
      Teares kills the heart belieue,
      O striue not to bee excellent in woe,
      Which onely breeds your beauties ouerthrow.