John Fletcher

Here you will find the Poem Weep no more of poet John Fletcher

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; 
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 moe.