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
Weep No MoreWeep 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 |