Thomas Tomkins - Weep no more, thou sorry boy - текст песни (слова), перевод

Weep no more, thou sorry boy,
 Love's pleased and angered with a toy
 Love a thousand passions brings,
 Laughs and weeps and sighs and sings.
 If she smiles he dancing goes,
 Not thinking on his future woes.
 If she chide with angry eye,
 Sits down and sighs: “Ay me, I die!”
 
 Yet again, as soon revived,
 Joys as much as late he grieved.
 Change there is of joy and sadness,
 Sorrow much, but more of gladness.
 Then weep no more, thou sorry boy,
 Turn thy tears to weeping joy.
 Sigh no more "Ah me! I die!"
 But dance, and sing, and ti-hy cry.