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

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II. Flow my tears fall from your springs.

      Lacrime

      Flow my tears fall from your springs,
      Exilded for euer : let mee mourne,
      Where nightes black bird hir sad infamy sings,
      There let mee liue forlorne.
     
      Downe vaine lightes shine you no more,
      No nightes are dark enough for those
      That in dispaire their lost fortuns deplore,
      Light doth but shame disclose.
     
      Neuer may my woes be relieued,
      Since pittie is fled,
      And teares and sighes and grones my wearie dayes
      Of all ioyes haue depriued.
     
      From the highest spire of contentment
      My fortune is throwne,
      And feare and griefe and paine for my deserts
      Are my hopes since hope is gone.
     
      Harke you shadowes that in darkness dwell,
      Learne to contemne light
      Happie happy they that in hell
      Feele not the worlds despite.