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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> | |||
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> | |||
O fairer than aught else,<br /> | |||
The world can show, leave off in time to grieve,<br> | |||
Enough, enough, your joyful looks excels,<br> | |||
Tears kills the heart.<br> | |||
O strive not to be excellent in woe,<br> | |||
Which only breeds your beauty's overthrow.<br> | |||
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General Information
Title: I saw my lady weepe
Composer: John Dowland
Number of voices: 2vv Voicing: SB
Genre: Secular, Madrigals
Language: English
Instruments: none, a cappella
Published: No I from Second Book of Songs or Ayres (1600)
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Original text and translations
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 looks excels,
Tears kills the heart.
O strive not to be excellent in woe,
Which only breeds your beauty's overthrow.