Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
Thomas Morley
I saw my lady weeping
And sorrow proud to be advanced so
In those fair eyes, where all perfection's kept
Her face was full of woe
But such a woe, believe me, as wins more hearts
Than mirth can do with her enticing parts
I saw my lady weeping was written by Thomas Morley.