John Dowland

“ And close up these my weary weeping eyes,
Whose spring of tears doth stop my vital breath,
And tears my heart with Sorrow's sigh-swoll'n cries.
Come and possess my tired thought-worn soul,
That living dies, till thou on me be stole. ”

“ Open the lock where all my love doth lie?
i'll seal them up within their lids for ever,
So thoughts and words and looks shall die together.
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How shall I then gaze on my mistress' eyes?
My thoughts must have some vent, else heart will break.
My tongue would rust as in my mouth it lies,
If eyes and thoughts were free and that not speak.
Speak then, and tell the passions of desire,
Which turns mine eyes to floods, my thoughts to fire.
Unquiet Thoughts
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