WEEP no more, nor sigh, nor groan, <br />Sorrow calls no time that 's gone: <br />Violets pluck'd, the sweetest rain <br />Makes not fresh nor grow again. <br />Trim thy locks, look cheerfully; <br />Fate's hid ends eyes cannot see. <br />Joys as winged dreams fly fast, <br />Why should sadness longer last? <br />Grief is but a wound to woe; <br />Gentlest fair, mourn, mourn no moe.<br /><br />John Fletcher<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/weep-no-more/
