[4] Old ed. “smelling.”
From John Dowland’s First Book of Songs or Airs, 1597.
Go crystal tears! like to the morning showers,
Haste hapless sighs! and let your burning breath
Dissolve the ice of her indurate heart!
Whose frozen rigour, like forgetful Death,
Feels never any touch of my desert.
Yet sighs and tears to her I sacrifice
Both from a spotless heart and patient eyes.
From Egerton MS., 2013. The Verses were set to Music by Dr. John Wilson.
Go, turn away those cruel eyes,
But ’tis the custom of you men,—
False men thus to deceive us!
To love but till we love again,
And then again to leave us.
Go, let alone my heart and me,
Which thou hast thus affrighted!
I did not think I could by thee
Have been so ill requited.
But now I find ’tis I must prove
That men have no compassion;
When we are won, you never love
Poor women, but for fashion,
Do recompense my love with hate,
And kill my heart! I’m sure
Thou’lt one day say, when ’tis too late,
Thou never hadst a truer.