"Sweet, be no longer sad"
di C. Webbe

Sweet, be no longer sad,
Prithee be wise,
Recall that quickness once you had
In those fair eyes.
Methinks 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?