Dowland: Flow, My Tears

Flow, my tears, fall from your springs

Exiled, forever let me mourn

When night's black bird her sad infamy sings

There let me live alone

Down, vain lights, shine you no more

No nights are dark enough for those

That in despair their lost fortunes deplore

Light doth but shame disclose

Never may my woes be relived

Since pity is fled

And tears, and sighs, and groans my weary days

My weary days of all joys have deprived

From the highest spire of contentment

My fortune is thrown

And fear, and grief, and pain, for my deserts

For my deserts are my hope, since hope is gone

Hark, you shadows, that in darkness dwell

Learn to contemn light

Happy, happy they, that in hell

Feel not the world's despite

Hark, you shadows, that in darkness dwell

Learn to contemn light

Happy, happy they, that in hell

Feel not the world's despite