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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 parts.
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.
O fairer than aught else / The world can show, leave off in time to grieve! / Enough, enough: your joyful look excels: / Tears kill the heart, believe.
O strive not to be excellent in woe, / Which only breeds your beauty's overthrow.