Weep no more, lady, weep no more,
Thy sorrowe is in vaine,
For violets pluckt, the sweetest read more

Weep no more, lady, weep no more,
Thy sorrowe is in vaine,
For violets pluckt, the sweetest showers
Will ne'er make grow againe.

Knowing too much of your future is never a good thing.

Knowing too much of your future is never a good thing.

The days of rejoicing are gone forever.
[Fr., Ils sont passes ces jours de fete.]

The days of rejoicing are gone forever.
[Fr., Ils sont passes ces jours de fete.]

We remain
Safe in the hallowed quiets of the past.

We remain
Safe in the hallowed quiets of the past.

With mortal crisis doth portend,
My days to appropinque an end.

With mortal crisis doth portend,
My days to appropinque an end.

The future is like heaven. Everyone exalts it, but no one wants to go there now.

The future is like heaven. Everyone exalts it, but no one wants to go there now.

You can clutch the past so tightly to your chest that it leaves your arms too full to embrace the read more

You can clutch the past so tightly to your chest that it leaves your arms too full to embrace the present.

Cease to inquire what the future has in store, and to take as a
gift whatever the day brings read more

Cease to inquire what the future has in store, and to take as a
gift whatever the day brings forth.
[Lat., Quid sit futurum cras, fuge quaerere: et
Quem Fors dierum cunque dabit, lucro
Appone.]

The future? Like unwritten books and unborn children, you don't talk about it.

The future? Like unwritten books and unborn children, you don't talk about it.