Weep you no more, sad fountains; br What need you flow so fast? br Look how the snowy mountains br Heaven's sun doth gently waste. br But my sun's heavenly eyes br View not your weeping, br That now lies sleeping br Softly, now softly lies br Sleeping. br br Sleep is a reconciling, br A rest that peace begets: br Doth not the sun rise smiling br When fair at even he sets? br Rest you then, rest, sad eyes, br Melt not in weeping, br While she lies sleeping br Softly, now softly lies br Sleeping.