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[I Saw my Lady weepe][_]
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To the most famous, Anthony Holborne.
I Saw my Lady weepeI 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, full of woe,
but such a woe, beleeue me as wins more hearts,
Then mirth can doe, with hir, in tysing parts.
Sorow was there made faire, And passion wise, eares a delightfull thing,
Silence beyond all speech a wisdome rare, Shee made hir sighes to sing,
And all things with so sweet a sadnesse moue, As made my heart at once both grieue and loue.
O fayrer then 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.
