What means, my fair, that crystal tear

What means, my fair, that crystal tear Adown thy cheek which flows; Or injur'd love, or anxious fear? The cause, my dear, disclose. Ah, why doth sorrow cloud thy brow, And rob those eyes of sleep? Why dost thou languish? Say what anguish Rends thy bosom now, Or why doth Sylvia weep?

Thy bosom ne'er was made for woes, Nor yet those eyes for tears; Then stop the current as it flows, And dissipate thy fears: Now on thy faithful lover smile, Nor longer silence keep; Then pleasure's vanish'd Peace long banish'd, Shall thy cares beguile, And thou no longer weep.