Sweet, Be No Longer Sad
(Henry Purcell)

Sweet, be no longer sad,
pri thee be wise, 
recall that quickness once you had
in those fair eyes.
Me thinks they’re heavy grown,
as they were not your own,
and had forgot hearts to surprise.

Tell me, oh tell me now, 
where have you sent
the roses in your cheeks did grow?
Where’s the content 
you once enjoy’d?
say where those pleasing charms now are
which daily do my heart torment?