Go crystal tears, like to the morning show'rs
And sweetly weep into thy lady's breast.
And as the dews rerive the drooping flow'rs,
So let your drops of pity be address'd,
To quicken up the thoughts of my desert,
Which sleeps too sound whilst I from her depart.
Haste restless 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,
B oth from a spotless heart and patient eyes
Hudba: John Dowland (1563 -- 1626)
The First Booke of Songs or Ayres 1597 (Consort of Musicke & Emma Kirkby a.j.)
- Unquiet thoughts
- Who ever thinks or hopes ..
- My Thoughts Are Wing'd Wi..
- If my complaints could pa..
- Can She Excuse My Wrongs
- Now, O Now, I Needs Must ..
- Dear, If You Change
- Burst forth my tears
- Go Crystal Tears
- Thinkst thou then by thy ..
- Come Away, Come Sweet Lov..
- Rest Awhile You Cruel Car..
- Sleep wayward thoughts
- All ye, whom love or fort..
- Wilt thou unkind thus rea..
- Would my conceit that fir..
- Come again sweet love dot..
- His golden locks time hat..
- Awake, sweet love
- Awake sweet love thou art..
- Come heavy sleep
- Away with these self-lovi..
- 1. Come again sweet love dot..
- 2. White as Lilies was Her F..
- 3. Now, O Now, I Needs Must ..
- 4. Awake sweet love thou art..
- 5. Stay time a while thy fly..
- 6. Flow My Tears
- 7. Come Away, Come Sweet Lov..
- 8. O sweet woods, the deligh..
- 9. His golden locks time hat..
- 10. Flow Not So Fast, Ye Foun..