John Dowland Go Crystal Tears
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
