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 
 View not your weeping, 
 That now lies sleeping 
 Softly, now softly lies 
 Sleeping. 

 Sleep is a reconciling, 
 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, 
 While she lies sleeping 
 Softly, now softly lies 
 Sleeping.