Go crystal tears like to the morning showers
And sweetly weep into thy lady`s breast.
And as the dews revive the drooping flow`rs.
So let your drops of pity be address`d
To quicken up the thoughts of my desert
Which sleeps too sound whilst I from her depart.

Haste restless sighs and let your burning breath
Dissolve the ice of her indurate heart
Whose frozen rigour like forgetful Death
Feels never any touch of my desert
Yet sighs and tears to her I sacrifice
Both from a spotless heart and patient eyes.

1 Now O now I needs must part
parting though I absent mourn.
Absence can no joy impart
joy once fled cannot return.
While I live I needs must love
Love lives not when hope is gone
Now at last despair doth prove
Love divided loveth none.
Sad despair doth drive me hence
this despair unkindness sends.
If that parting be offence
it is she which then offends!

2 Dear when from thee I am gone
Gone are all my joys at once.
I loved thee and thee alone
in whose love I joyed once.
And although your sight I leave
sight wherein my joys do lie
`Till that Death do sense bereave
never shall affection die.
Sad despair

3 Dear if I do not return
Love and I shall die together.
For my absence never mourn
whom you might have joined ever.
Part we must though now I die
Die I do to part with you;
Him despair doth cause to lie
who both loved and dieth true.
Sad despair

Flow my tears fall from your springs!
Exiled for ever let me mourn;
Where night`s black bird her sad infamy sings
There let me live forlorn.

Down vain lights shine you no more!
No nights are dark enough for those
That in despair their lost fortunes deplore.
Light doth but shame disclose.

Never may my woes be relieved
Since pity is fled;
And tears and sighs and groans my weary days
Of all joys have deprived.

From the highest spire of contentment
My fortune is thrown;
And fear and grief and pain for my deserts
Are my hopes since hope is gone.

Hark! you shadows that in darkness dwell
Learn to condemn light
Happy happy they that in hell
Feel not the world`s despite.

1. Come again! sweet love doth now invite
Thy graces that refrain
To do me due delight
To see to hear to touch to kiss to die
With thee again in sweetest sympathy.

2. Come again! that I may cease to mourn
Through thy unkind disdain;
For now left and forlorn
I sit I sigh I weep I faint I die
In deadly pain and endless misery.

3. All the day the sun that lends me shine
By frowns doth cause me pine
And feeds me with delay;
Her smiles my springs that makes my joy to grow
Her frowns the winter of my woe.

4. All the night my sleeps are full of dreams
My eyes are full of streams.
My heart takes no delight
To see the fruits and joys that some do find
And mark the stormes are me assign`d.

5. But alas my faith is ever true
Yet will she never rue
Nor yield me any grace;
Her Eyes of fire her heart of flint is made
Whom tears nor truth may once invade.

6. Gentle Love draw forth thy wounding dart
Thou canst not pierce her heart;
For I that do approve
By sighs and tears more hot than are thy shafts
Do tempt while she for triumphs laughs.

For Lucy Countess of Bedford

1. Fine knacks for ladies cheap choice brave and new
god penniworths but money cannot prove
I keep a fair but for the fair to view
a beggar may be liberal of love
Though all my wares be trash the heart is true.

2. Great gifts are guiles and look for gifts again
My trifles come as treasures from my mind
It is a precious jewel to be plain
Sometimes in shell the Orient`s pearls we find.
Of others take a sheaf of me a grain

3. Within this pack pins points laces and gloves
And divers toys fitting a country fair
But in my heart where duty serves and loves
Turtles and twins Court`s brood a heav`nly pair.
Happy the man that thinks of no removes.

1. Come heavy sleep the image of true death;
and close up these my weary weeping eies
Whose spring of tears doth stop my vitall breath
and tears my hart with sorrows sign swoln cries
Com and possess my tired thoughts worne soule
That living dies till thou on me be stoule.

2. Come shadow of my end and shape of rest
Allied to death child to blakefact night
Come thou and charm these rebels in my breast
Whose waking fancies doe my mind affright.
O come sweet sleepe; come or I die ever
Come ere my last sleep comes or come never.

The lowest trees have tops the ant her gall
The fly her spleen the little spark his heat
And slender hairs cast shadows though but small
And bees have stings although they be not great.
Seas have their source and so have shallow springs
And love is love in beggars and in kings.

Where waters smoothest run deep are the fords
The dial stirs yet none perceives it move
The firmest faith is in the fewest words
The turtles cannot sing and yet they love
True hearts have eyes and ears no tongues to speak
They hear and see and sigh and then they break.

Published in the collection of lute songs by various authors `A Musical Banquet` by Robert Dowland the composer`s son.

In darkness let me dwell; the ground shall sorrow be
The roof despair to bar all cheerful light from me;
The walls of marble black that moist`ned still shall weep;
My music hellish jarring sounds to banish friendly sleep.
Thus wedded to my woes and bedded in my tomb
O let me living die till death doth come till death doth come.