Weep no more, thou sorry boy

Weep no more, thou sorry boy;
Love's pleased and anger'd with a toy.
Love a thousand passion brings,
Laughs and weeps, and sighs and sings.
If she smiles, he dancing goes,
And thinks not on his future woes:
If she chide with angry eye,
Sits down, and sighs "Ah 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.