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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
VAIN TEARS, FR. THE QUEEN OF CORINTH, by JOHN FLETCHER Poet's Biography
First Line: Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan
Last Line: Gentlest fair, mourn, mourn no moe.
Subject(s): Grief; Sorrow; Sadness
First Line: Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan
Last Line: Gentlest fair, mourn, mourn no moe.
Subject(s): Grief; Sorrow; Sadness
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.
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