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[I saw my Lady weepe]
I 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,
But such a woe (beleeue me) as wins more hearts,
Then mirth can doe with hir intysing parts.
And sorrow proud to bee aduanced so,
In those faire eies, where all perfections keepe:
Hir face was full of woe,
But such a woe (beleeue me) as wins more hearts,
Then mirth can doe with hir intysing parts.
Sorow was there made faire,
And passion wise, teares 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.
And passion wise, teares 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.
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.
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