John Dowland - Go crystal tears

Go crystal tears, like to the morning show'rs,
And sweetly weep into my lady's breast,
And as the dews revive the drooping flow'rs,
So let your drops of pity be adress'd
To quicken up the thoughts of my desert
Which sleeps too sound whilst I from her depart.

Haste, restless sighs, and let your burning breath,
Dissolve the ice of her indurate heart,
Whose frozen rigour like forgetful Death,
Feels never any touch of my desert,
Yet sighs and tears to her I sacrifice,
Both from a spotless heart and patient eyes.


Andreas Scholl sings John Dowland and his comtemporaries