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

XIIII. Come ye heauie states of night.

       Come yee heauie states of night,
       Doe my fathers spirit right,
       Soundings balefull let mee borrow,
       But thening my song with sorrow,
       Come sorrow come hir eies that sings,
       By thee are turned into springs.

       Come you Virgins of the night,
       That in Dirges sad delight,
       Quier my Anthems, I doe borrow
       Gold nor pearle, but sounds of sorrow :
       Come sorrow come hir eies that sings,
       By thee are tourned into springs.