O softly drop mine eyes

Lyrics
Softly, O softly drop, mine eyes, lest you be dry And make my heart with grief to melt and die Now pour our tears apace Now stay, O heavy case O sour-sweet woe, alas, alas O grief, O joy, why strive you so? Can pains and joys at once in one poor heart consent? Then sigh and sing, rejoice, lament Ay me, ay me, O passions strange and violent! Was never poor wretch so sore tormented? Nor joy nor grief can make my heart contented: For while wjth joy I look on high Down, down I fall with grief and die
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Credits
- Writers
- John Wilbye