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Weep No More, Nor Sigh, Nor Groan, Sorrow Calls No Time That 's Gone
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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.
-- John Fletcher (1576-1625)
-- The Queen of Corinth, Act iii, Sc. 2
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Nor time nor place Did then adhere. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 7
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Drink to-day, and drown all sorrow; You shall perhaps not do 't to-morrow.
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No hinge nor loop To hang a doubt on. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act iii, Sc.
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Thank me no thanks, nor proud me no prouds. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Romeo and Juliet -- Act iii, Sc.
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I find the medicine worse than the malady. -- John Fletcher (1576-1625) -- Love's Cure, Act iii, Sc.
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