Admonition to the Hyades

Be gentle, gentle raining daughters
There's no man born worth
Tears so hot or sharp with pain
Their hearts are hard things
Rocks set against the seas
Not worthy of such devotion
Not capable of proper love
Forget then your wailing
Stop the rain from falling
To drench the o'er watered earth
Let your storms pass the far horizon
And find some more worthy object
On which to fix your fine affections