Dry be that tears my gentle love – Richard Sheridan

Dry be that tears my gentle love

Dry be that tear, my gentle love,

Be hustled that struggling sigh:

Nor seasons, day, nor fate shall prove

More fixed, more true, than I:

Hushed be that sigh, be dry that tear,

Cease boding doubt, cease anxious fear –

Dry be that tear.

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Ask’st thou how long my love shall say,

When all that’s new is past?

How long? Ah! Delia, can I say

How long my life shall last?

Dry be that tear, be hushed that sigh,

At least I’ll love thee till I die –

Hushed be that sigh.

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And does that thought affect thee too,

The thought of Sylvio’s death,

That he who only breath’d for you,

Must yield that faithful breath?

Hushed be that sigh, be dry that tear,

Nor let us lose our heaven here –

Dry be that tear.

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