La rugiada… lacrime d’amore: Go Crystal Tears

Go crystal tears, like to the morning shw'rs
And sweetly weep into thy lady's breast
And as the dews revive the drooping flow're
So let your drops of pity be address'd
To quicken up the thoughts of my desert
Which sleeps too sound whilst I from her depart
Haste, restless sight, and let your burning breath
Dissolve the ice of her indurate heart
Whose froze 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