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Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.

From ‘The Queen of Corinth’

John Fletcher (1579–1625)

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 wingèd dreams fly fast,

Why should sadness longer last?

Grief is but a wound to woe;

Gentlest fair, mourn, mourn no mo.