Weep you no more, sad fountains; What need [you]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, [Softly now, softly]2 lies Sleeping.
Sleep is a reconciling, A rest that peace begets; Doth not the sun rise smiling When fair at [e'en]3 he sets? Rest you, then, rest, sad eyes! Melt not in weeping, While she lies sleeping, [Softly now, softly]2 lies Sleeping.