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?