Cease mine eyes
T. Morley
Cease mine eyes, cease your lamenting,
O cease, alas, this your lamenting.
In vaine you hope of her hard heart's relenting.
O cease your flowing:
drop not so fast, O where no grace is growing.
See she laughs, she smiles, she plays with joy and gladness;
To see your grief and sadness.
O Love, thou art abused;
Was never true love so scornfully thus used.