1 O Eyes leaue off your weeping, Loue hath the thoughts in keeping, That may content you : Let not this misconceiuing, Where comforts are receiuing, Causelesse torment you. 2 Cloudes threaten but a shower, Hope hath his happy houre, Though long in lasting. Time needs must be attended, Loue must not be offended With too much hasting. 3 But O the painfull pleasure, Where Loue attends the leasure Of liues wretchednesse : Where Hope is but illusion, And Feare is but confusion Of Loues happinesse. 4 But happy Hope that seeth How Hope and Hap agreeth : Of life depriue me, Or let me be assured, When life hath death endured, Loue will reuiue me.