Weep You No More, Sad Fountains - Patrick Doyle

Weep you no more, sad fountains;

What need 1 flow so fast?

Look how the snowy mountains

Heaven’s sun doth gently waste!

But my sun’s heavenly eyes

View not your weeping,

That now lies sleeping,

2 lies

Sleeping.

Sleep is a reconciling,

A rest that peace begets;

Doth not the sun rise smiling

When fair at 3 he sets?

Rest you, then, rest, sad eyes!

Melt not in weeping,

While she lies sleeping,

2 lies

Sleeping.