i saw my man weep

i saw my man weep
and sorrow proud to be advance so
in those fair eyes,where all perfection keep
his face was full of woe
but such a woe as wind more hearts
than mirth can do,with his enticing parts

sorrow was there made fair
and passions,wise,tears,delightful things
silent,beyond all speech,as wisdom rare
he made him sight to sing
and all things with so sweet and sadness movie
as made my heart grieve and love

o fair then aught else
the word can shew,leave off,in time,to grieve
enough! enough! your joyful looks excels
tears kill the heart,believe
o strive not to be excellent in woe
which only breeds your beuty's overthrow