Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan, Sorrow calls no time that s gone; Violets plucked, the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again.1
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The Queen of Corinth. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Note 1. Weep no more, Lady! weep no more, Thy sorrow is in vain; For violets plucked, the sweetest showers Will neer make grow again. Thomas Percy: Reliques. The Friar of Orders Gray. [back]