by John Fletcher (1579 - 1625)

Language: English 
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 can not see.
Joys as wingèd dreams fly fast,
Why should sadness longer last?
Grief is but a wound to woe;
Gentlest fair, mourn, mourn no more.

Composition:

    Set to music by Peter Warlock (1894 - 1930), "Mourn no more", 1919, published 1920 [ voice and piano or string quartet ]

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