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• 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....
• And weep the more, because I weep in vain. -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Sonnet, On the Death of Mr.
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• O Lady, he is dead and gone! Lady, he 's dead and gone!
  And at his head a green grass turfe, And at his heels a stone....
• He that would not when he might, He shall not when he wolda.
  -- Thomas Percy (1728-1811) -- The Friar of Orders Gray...
• And how should I know your true love From many another one?
  Oh, by his cockle hat and staff, And by his sandal shoone....
• Weep on! and as thy sorrows flow, I 'll taste the luxury of woe.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Anacreontic...
• The sweetest garland to the sweetest maid.
  -- Thomas Tickell (1686-1740) -- To a Lady with a Present of Flowe...
• Yes! Oh, yes! Read it and weep! In your face -- I got more chicken bone!
  -- Homer Simpson When Flanders Failed...
• Better trust all, and be deceived, And weep that trust and that deceiving, Than doubt one heart, that if believed Had blessed one's life with true believing.
  -- Frances Anne Kemble (1811-) -- Faith...