I SAW my Lady weep, <br />And Sorrow proud to be advanced so <br />In those fair eyes where all perfections keep. <br /> Her face was full of woe; <br />But such a woe (believe me) as wins more hearts <br />Than Mirth can do with her enticing parts. <br /> <br /> Sorrow was there made fair, <br />And Passion wise; Tears a delightful thing; <br />Silence beyond all speech, a wisdom rare: <br /> She made her sighs to sing, <br />And all things with so sweet a sadness move <br />As made my heart at once both grieve and love. <br /> <br /> O fairer than aught else <br />The world can show, leave off in time to grieve! <br />Enough, enough: your joyful look excels: <br /> Tears kill the heart, believe. <br />O strive not to be excellent in woe, <br />Which only breeds your beauty's overthrow.<br /><br />Anonymous<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-lady-s-tears-john-dowland-s-third-and-last-bo/
