John Fletcher

(20 December 1579 - 29 August 1625 / Rye, Sussex, England)

Away, Delights - Poem by John Fletcher

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--
   'Alas, for pity stay,
   And let us die
With thee! Men cannot mock us in the clay.'


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 22, 2012


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