Weep, Weep, Mine Eyes

Weep, weep, mine eyes, my heart can take no rest
weep, weep, my heart, mine eyes shall ne'er be blest
weep eyes, weep heart, and both this accent cry,
a thousand, thousand deaths, Flaminia, I die.
Now Leander to die I fear not
death do thy worst: I care not!
I hope, when I am dead, in Elysian plain
to meet, and there with joy we'll love again.