Revives.

When to Her Lute Corinna Sings

When to her lute Corinna sings,

Her voice revives the leaden strings,

And doth in highest notes appear

As any challenged echo clear;

But when she doth of mourning speak,

Ev’n with her sighs the strings do break.

And as her lute doth live or die,

Let by her passion, so must I:

For when of pleasure she doth sing,

My thoughts enjoy a sudden spring,

But if she doth of sorrow speak,

Ev’n from my heart the strings do break.

- Thomas Campion