I SAW my Lady weep, br And Sorrow proud to be advanced so br In those fair eyes where all perfections keep. br    Her face was full of woe; br But such a woe (believe me) as wins more hearts br Than Mirth can do with her enticing parts. br br    Sorrow was there made fair, br And Passion wise; Tears a delightful thing; br Silence beyond all speech, a wisdom rare: br    She made her sighs to sing, br And all things with so sweet a sadness move br As made my heart at once both grieve and love. br br    O fairer than aught else br The world can show, leave off in time to grieve! br Enough, enough: your joyful look excels: br    Tears kill the heart, believe. br O strive not to be excellent in woe, br Which only breeds your beauty's overthrow.