Nature
Weep No More
From Lyrics from the Dramatists of the Elizabethan Age, ed. A. H. Bullen (London: Nimmo, 1889)
Nature
Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan,
Sorrow calls no time that's gone:
Violets plucked, the sweetest rain
Makes not fresh nor grow again;
Trim thy locks, look cheerfully;
Fate's hid ends eyes cannot see:
Joys as winged dreams fly fast,
Why should sadness longer last?
Grief is but a wound to woe;
Gentlest fair, mourn, mourn no mo.
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MLA
Fletcher, John. “Weep No More.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/fletcher_j/45/.
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Fletcher, John. “Weep No More.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/fletcher_j/45/.
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