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John Fletcher
1579-1625

Weep no more, nor sigh, not 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 hid  ends eyes cannot see.

© 2001 Elena and Yacov Feldman