Why do ye weep, sweet babes? can tears br Speak grief in you, br Who were but born br just as the modest morn br Teem'd her refreshing dew? br Alas, you have not known that shower br That mars a flower, br Nor felt th' unkind br Breath of a blasting wind, br Nor are ye worn with years; br Or warp'd as we, br Who think it strange to see, br Such pretty flowers, like to orphans young, br To speak by tears, before ye have a tongue. br br Speak, whimp'ring younglings, and make known br The reason why br Ye droop and weep; br Is it for want of sleep, br Or childish lullaby? br Or that ye have not seen as yet br The violet? br Or brought a kiss br From that Sweet-heart, to this? br --No, no, this sorrow shown br By your tears shed, br Would have this lecture read, br That things of greatest, so of meanest worth, br Conceived with grief are, and with tears brought forth.