I saw my lady weep

And Sorrow proud to be advanced so

In those fair eyes where all perfections keep

Her face was full of woe

But such a woe believe me as wins more hearts

Than Mirth can do with her enticing charms

Sorrow was there made fair

And Passion wise, tears a delightful thing

Silence beyond all speech a wisdom rare

She made her sighs to sing

And all things with so sweet a sadness move

As made my heart at once both grieve and love