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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 hidden ends eyes cannot see. / / Joys, as winged dreams, fly fast: / / Why should sadness longer last? / / Grief is but a wound to wo: / / Gentlest fair! mourn, mourn no mo. / / BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.
It was with feelings of considerable anxiety that the Protector waited the return of Colonel Jones from the second task assigned him in the Isle of Shepey.