Ketil Bjørnstad - A Valediction: Of Weeping lyrics

Let me pour forth My tears before thy face, whilst I stay here, For thy face coins them, and thy stamp they bear, And by this mintage they are something worth, For thus they be Pregnant of thee; Fruits of much grief they are, emblems of more, When a tear falls, that thou fall'st which it bore, So thou and I are nothing then, When on a divers shore. On a round ball A workman that hath copies by, can lay An Europe, Afric, and an Asia, And quickly make that, which was nothing, all. So doth each tear, Which thee doth wear, A globe, yea world by that impression grow, Till thy tears mix'd with mine do overflow This world, by waters sent from thee, my heaven dissolved so. O more than moon, Draw not up seas to drown me in thy sphere; Weep me not dead, in thine arms, but forebear To teach the sea, what it may do too soon; Let not the wind Examples find, To do me more harm, than it purposeth; Since thou and I sigh one another's breath, Whoe'er sighs most, is cruellest, and hastes the other's d**h.