<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507270" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Weep Not, My Wanton</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WEEP not, my wanton, smile upon my knee: <br>When thou art old there's grief enough for thee. <br>Mother's wag, pretty boy, <br>Father's sorrow, father's joy. <br>When thy father first did see <br>Such a boy by him and me, <br>He was glad, I was woe: <br>Fortune changèd made him so, <br>When he left his pretty boy, <br>Last his sorrow, first his joy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee: <br>When thou art old there's grief enough for thee. <br>Streaming tears that never stint, <br>Like pearl drops from a flint, <br>Fell by course from his eyes, <br>That one another's place supplies: <br>Thus he grieved in every part,Tears of blood fell from his heart, <br>When he left his pretty boy, <br>Father's sorrow, father's joy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee: <br>When thou art old there's grief enough for thee. <br>The wanton smiled, father wept; <br>Mother cried, baby lept; <br>More he crowed, more we cried; <br>Nature could not sorrow hide. <br>He must go, he must kiss <br>Child and mother, baby bliss; <br>For he left his pretty boy, <br>Father's sorrow, father's joy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee: <br>When thou art old there's grief enough for thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Greene">Robert Greene</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507270" data-title="Weep Not, My Wanton de Robert Greene" data-description="WEEP not, my wanton, smile upon my knee: When thou art old there's grief enough for thee. Mother's wag, pretty boy, Father's sorrow, father's joy. When thy father first did see Such a boy by him and me, He was glad, I was woe: Fortune chang..."></div> </div> </div>

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