Fidessa :: :: University of Virginia Library

Weepe now no more mine eyes, but be you drowned
In your own teares, so many yeares distilled:
And let her know that at them long hath frowned,
That you can weepe no more, although she willed.
This hap her crueltie hath her alotten,
Who whilom was commaundres of each part:
That now her proper griefes must be forgotten,
By those true outward signes of inward smart.
For how cā he that hath not one teare left him,
Streame out those floodes that's due vnto her moning?
When both of eyes and teares she hath bereft him:
Oh verti'le signifie my griefe with groning!
True sighes, true grones shall eccho in the ayre,
And say Fidessa (though most cruell) is most fayre.