Weep you no more sad fountains; what need you flow so fast?

Look how the snowy mountains heaven's sun doth gently waste.

But my sun's heavenly eyes

View not your weeping, that now lies sleeping

Softly, softly, now softly. Softly lies weeping.

Sleep is a reconciling, a rest that peace begets,

Doth not the sun rise smiling when fair at ev'n he sets?

Rest you then, rest sad eyes.

Melt not in weeping, while she lies sleeping

Softly, softly, now softly. Softly lies sleeping.

Information about Jane Austen on the World Wide Web is legion. Not all of it useful, but there are several fantastic sources. For ease of use, I've divided these into:

Books, films, history, 'fan' pages and other.

My favourite site of all however is the Republic of Pemberley!