Rest Awhile You Cruel Cares (Dowland John)

Rest awhile, you cruel cares Be not more severe than love. Beauty kills and beauty spares, And sweet smiles sad sighs remove: Laura, fair queen of my delight, Come grant me love in love's despite, And if I fail ever to honour thee, Let this heavenly light I see, Be as dark as hell to me. If I speak, my words want weight, Am I mute, my heart doth break, If I sigh, she fears deceit, Sorrow then for me must speak: Cruel unkind, with favour view The wound that first was made by you: And if my torments feigned be, Let this heavenly light I see, Be as dark as hell to me. Never hour of pleasing rest Shall revive my dying gost, Till my soul hath repossess'd The sweet hope which love hath lost: Laura redeem the soul that dies, By fury of thy murdering eyes: And if it prove unkind to thee, Let this heavenly light I see, Be as dark as hell to me