Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Anonymous. 160365. Tears John Dowland’s Third and Last Book of Songs or Airs
| WEEP you no more, sad fountains; | |
| What need you flow so fast? | |
| Look how the snowy mountains | |
| Heaven’s sun doth gently waste! | |
| But my Sun’s heavenly eyes | 5 |
| View not your weeping, | |
| That now lies sleeping | |
| Softly, now softly lies | |
| Sleeping. | |
| Sleep is a reconciling, | 10 |
| A rest that peace begets; | |
| Doth not the sun rise smiling | |
| When fair at even he sets? | |
| Rest you then, rest, sad eyes! | |
| Melt not in weeping, | 15 |
| While she lies sleeping | |
| Softly, now softly lies | |
| Sleeping. |