Tears, my dear, my nearer,
My guide, my philosopher,
My never failing friend,
O, my greatest treasure.

In my pain, you appear,
In strain, you appear;
In praise and pleasure,
In surprise, you appear.

My vision becomes clear,
After you do disappear;
Why are you occasional?
And why not perpetual?

I will send you the pain,
I will extend the strain;
Under praise and pleasure,
I will like you to appear.

If I cannot do all these,
Still yourself do release;
Wait not occasions’ show,
Incessantly please flow.