Full Lyrics
Behold a wonder here
Love hath receiv’d his sight
which manie hundred yeares,
hath not beheld the light.
Such beames infused be
By Cinthia in his eyes,
As first have made him see,
And then have made him wise.
Love now no more will weepe
For them that laugh the while,
Nor wake for them that sleepe,
Nor sigh for them that smile.
So powrefull is the beautie
That Love doth now behold,
As love is turn’d to dutie,
That’s neither blind nor bold.
This Beautie shewes her might,
To be of double kind,
In giving love his sight
And striking folly blind.
