I saw my lady weep (John Dowland)

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General Information

Title: I saw my lady weepe
Composer: John Dowland

Number of voices: 2vv   Voicing: SB
Genre: SecularLute song

Language: English
Instruments: Lute

First published: 1600 in The Second Booke of Songs or Ayres, no. 1
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Original text and translations

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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 looks excels,
Tears kills the heart.
O strive not to be excellent in woe,
Which only breeds your beauty's overthrow.