Dry those fair, those chrystal eyes <br />Which like growing fountains rise <br />To drown their banks. Griefs sullen brooks <br />Would better flow in furrow'd looks. <br />Thy lovely face was never meant <br />To be the shoar of discontent. <br />Then clear those watrish starres again <br />Which else portend a lasting rain; <br />Lest the clouds which settle there <br />Prolong my Winter all the Year: <br />And the example others make <br />In love with sorrow for thy sake.<br /><br />Henry King<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-dry-those-fair-those-chrystal-eyes/
