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1Oh that the tears that trickle from mine eyes
2Were placed as
blazing comets in the skies2;
3Then would their numerous and
4Turn my sad nights into the brightest days.
5Oh that the sighs that breath from my sad soul
above the highest star or pole4
7Unto that God that views my
8Even He that crowns my dying hopes with glory.
9Oh that my tears that fall down to the earth
10Might give some noble
unknown flower birth6;
Hadassah’s7more resplendent fame
The iris trickles tears9from her sad eyes,
14And from their salt her offspring doth arise;
15But my abortive tears descend in vain,
For I can never see those joys again10.
Hart’s briny tears a bezoar doth condense11,
18Oh let mine eyes whole flood of tears dispense
19That I a cordial to my friends may give;
20Then though I die, yet I may make them live.
21I gladly would this good to them impart,
22Though in the doing it, it breaks my heart;
23Then let my dying tears a
24Seeing I my friends above my life do love.