Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
John Fletcher. 1579–1625217. 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; | 5 |
| Fate’s hid ends eyes cannot see. | |
| Joys as wingèd dreams fly fast, | |
| Why should sadness longer last? | |
| Grief is but a wound to woe; | |
| Gentlest fair, mourn, mourn no moe. | 10 |