"I saw my Lady weep"

I saw my Lady weep, And Sorrow proud to be advanced so In those fair eyes, where all perfections keep; Her face was full of woe, But such a woe (believe me) as wins more hearts Than mirth can do, with her enticing parts. Sorrow was there made fair, And Passion, wise; Tears, a delightful thing; Silence, beyond all speech, a wisdom rare; She made her sighs to sing, And all things with so sweet a sadness move; As made my heart both grieve and love. O Fairer than aught else The world can shew, leave off, in time, to grieve, Enough, enough! Your joyful look excels; Tears kill the heart, believe, O strive not to be excellent in woe, Which only breeds your beauty’s overthrow.