Published in Warren's eighteenth collection of catches and glees.

Lyrics: William Drummond of Hawthornden

When Daphne smiles, I find
More light before mine eyes
Than when the sun from Inde
Brings to our world a flow'ry Paradise.
But when she gently weeps,
And pours forth pearly show'rs,
On cheeks fair blushing flow'rs;
A sweet melancholy my senses keeps;
Both feed so my disease,
So much both do me please
That oft I doubt, which more my heart doth burn,
Like love to see her smile, or pity mourn.