WEEP not, my wanton, smile upon my knee: <br />When thou art old there's grief enough for thee. <br />Mother's wag, pretty boy, <br />Father's sorrow, father's joy. <br />When thy father first did see <br />Such a boy by him and me, <br />He was glad, I was woe: <br />Fortune changèd made him so, <br />When he left his pretty boy, <br />Last his sorrow, first his joy. <br /> <br />Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee: <br />When thou art old there's grief enough for thee. <br />Streaming tears that never stint, <br />Like pearl drops from a flint, <br />Fell by course from his eyes, <br />That one another's place supplies: <br />Thus he grieved in every part,Tears of blood fell from his heart, <br />When he left his pretty boy, <br />Father's sorrow, father's joy. <br /> <br />Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee: <br />When thou art old there's grief enough for thee. <br />The wanton smiled, father wept; <br />Mother cried, baby lept; <br />More he crowed, more we cried; <br />Nature could not sorrow hide. <br />He must go, he must kiss <br />Child and mother, baby bliss; <br />For he left his pretty boy, <br />Father's sorrow, father's joy. <br /> <br />Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee: <br />When thou art old there's grief enough for thee.<br /><br />Robert Greene<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/weep-not-my-wanton/
