Sweet, be no longer sad

Sweet, be no longer sad,

Prithee be wise,

Recall that quickness once you had

In those fair eyes.

Methinks they're heavy grown,

As they were not your own,

And had forgot hearts to surprise.

Tell me, oh tell me now,

Where have you sent

The roses in your cheeks did grow?

Where's the content

You once enjoy'd? say where

Those pleasing charms now are

Which daily do my heart torment?