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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed.  The Book of Elizabethan Verse.  1907.
I Saw My Lady Weep
          I SAW 1 my Lady weep,
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        5
Than Mirth can do with her enticing parts.
          Sorrow was there made fair,
And Passion wise; Tears a delightful thing;
Silence beyond all speech, a wisdom rare;
          She made her sighs to sing,        10
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 look excels;        15
          Tears kill the heart, believe.
O strive not to be excellent in woe,
Which only breeds your beauty’s overthrow.
Note 1. From John Dowland’s Second Book of Songs or Airs, 1600. [back]

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