Weep Not, My Wanton

WEEP not, my wanton, smile upon my knee: When thou art old there's grief enough for thee. Mother's wag, pretty boy, Father's sorrow, father's joy. When thy father first did see Such a boy by him and me, He was glad, I was woe: Fortune changèd made him so, When he left his pretty boy, Last his sorrow, first his joy. Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee: When thou art old there's grief enough for thee. Streaming tears that never stint, Like pearl drops from a flint, Fell by course from his eyes, That one another's place supplies: Thus he grieved in every part,Tears of blood fell from his heart, When he left his pretty boy, Father's sorrow, father's joy. Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee: When thou art old there's grief enough for thee. The wanton smiled, father wept; Mother cried, baby lept; More he crowed, more we cried; Nature could not sorrow hide. He must go, he must kiss Child and mother, baby bliss; For he left his pretty boy, Father's sorrow, father's joy. Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee: When thou art old there's grief enough for thee.