Gateway to the Classics: Oxford Book of English Verse, Part 2 by Arthur Quiller-Couch
 
Oxford Book of English Verse, Part 2 by  Arthur Quiller-Couch

Weep No More

Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan,

Sorrow calls no time that's gone:

Violets pluck'd, the sweetest rain

Makes not fresh nor grow again.

Trim thy locks, look cheerfully;

Fate's hid ends eyes cannot see.

Joys as wingéd dreams fly fast,

Why should sadness longer last?

Grief is but a wound to woe;

Gentlest fair, mourn, mourn no moe.

— John Fletcher
1579-1625   


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