Beaumont and Fletcher Poems

Shake off your heavy trance,
And leap into a dance,
Such as no mortals use to tread,
Fit only for Apollo -
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Hence, all you vain delights,
As short as are the nights
Wherein you spend your folly!
There's nought in this life sweet,
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Lay a garland on my hearse,
Of the dismal yew,
Maidens, willow branches bear,
Say I died true.
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Care-charming sleep, thou easer of all woes,
Brother to death; sweetly thyself dispose
On this afflicted prince; fall, like a cloud,
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Sitting in my window,
Pointing my thoughts in lawn, I saw a god,
(I thought, but it was you,) enter our gates;
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Sweet prince, the name of Death was never terrible
To him that knew to live; nor the loud torrent
Of all afflictions, singing as they swim,
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O divine star of Heaven,
Thou in power above the seven;
Thou, O gentle Queen, that art
Curer of each wounded heart,
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Shepherds all, and maidens fair,
Fold your flocks up; for the air
'Gins to thicken, and the sun
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Shepherds, rise, and shake off sleep -
See the blushing morn doth peep
Through your windows, while the sun
To the mountain-tops has run,
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Queen Bonduca, I do not grieve your fortune.
If I grieve, 'tis at the bearing of your fortunes;
You put too much wind to your sail: discretion
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