O eyes, leave off your weeping

O eyes, leave off your weeping,

love hath the thoughts in keeping

that may content you.

Let not this misconceiving,

where comforts are receiving,

causeless torment you.

Clouds threaten but a shower;

hope hath his happy hour,

though long in lasting.

Time needs must be attended

Love must not be offended

with too much hasting.

But O the painful pleasure,

where Love attends the leisure

of life's wretchedness:

where Hope is but illusion,

and Fear is but confusion

of Love's happiness.

But happy Hope, that seeth

how Hope and Hap agreeth,

of life deprive me;

or let me be assured

when life hath death endured

Love will revive me.