Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
John Fletcher. 15791625217. 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; | 5 |
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 moe. | 10 |