William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.
Idle TearsJohn Fletcher (15791625)
From “Queen of Corinth”
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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 moe.