John Fletcher Poems
|3.||Beauty Clear And Fair||1/4/2003|
|8.||Hear, Ye Ladies||1/4/2003|
|9.||Hence, All You Vain Delights From The Nice Valour||1/13/2003|
|10.||Hymn To Pan||1/4/2003|
|13.||Orpheus I Am, Come From The Deeps Below||8/22/2012|
|16.||Take, Oh Take Those Lips Away||1/13/2003|
|17.||The Dead Host's Welcome||8/22/2012|
|18.||The Faithful Shepherdess (Monologue)||5/22/2012|
|19.||The Power Of Music||8/22/2012|
|20.||To His Sleeping Mistress||8/22/2012|
|22.||Weep No More||1/4/2003|
AWAY, delights! go seek some other dwelling,
For I must die.
Farewell, false love! thy tongue is ever telling
Lie after lie.
For ever let me rest now from thy smarts;
Alas, for pity go
And fire their hearts
That have been hard to thee! Mine was not so.
Never again deluding love shall know me,
For I will die;
And all those griefs that think to overgrow me
Shall be as I:
For ever will I sleep, while poor maids cry-- ...
HENCE, all you vain delights,
As short as are the nights
Wherein you spend your folly!
There 's naught in this life sweet,
If men were wise to see't,
But only melancholy--
O sweetest melancholy!
Welcome, folded arms and fixed eyes,
A sight that piercing mortifies,