Weep you no more, sad fountains;
What need you flow so fast?
Look how the snowy mountains
Heav´n´s sun doth gently waste.
But my sun´s heav´nly eyes
View not your weeping
That now lies sleeping,
Softly, softly, now softly lies sleeping.

Sleep is a reconciling,
A rest that Peace begets.
Doth not the sun rise smiling
When fair at e´en he sets
Rest you then, rest, sad eyes,
Melt not in weeping
While she lies sleeping,
Softly, softly, now softly lies sleeping.