John Bennet: Weep, o Mine Eyes
Evandro Oliva
Weep, o mine eyes and cease not Alas, these your spring tides me thinks increase not O when begin you to swell so high That I may drown me in you?
Weep, o mine eyes and cease not Alas, these your spring tides me thinks increase not O when begin you to swell so high That I may drown me in you?