Weep, Weep, Mine Eyes

Weep, weep, mine eyes, my heart can take no rest

weep, weep, my heart, mine eyes shall ne'er be blest

weep eyes, weep heart, and both this accent cry,

a thousand, thousand deaths, Flaminia, I die.

Now Leander to die I fear not

death do thy worst: I care not!

I hope, when I am dead, in Elysian plain

to meet, and there with joy we'll love again.