Author: John Fletcher

NOW the lusty spring is seen; Golden yellow, gaudy blue, Daintily invite the view: Everywhere on every green Roses blushing […]

WEEP no more, nor sigh, nor groan, Sorrow calls no time that ‘s gone: Violets pluck’d, the sweetest rain Makes […]

CYNTHIA, to thy power and thee We obey. Joy to this great company! And no day Come to steal this […]

BEAUTY clear and fair, Where the air Rather like a perfume dwells; Where the violet and the rose Their blue […]

AWAY, delights! go seek some other dwelling, For I must die. Farewell, false love! thy tongue is ever telling Lie […]

LAY a garland on my herse Of the dismal yew; Maidens, willow branches bear; Say, I died true. My love […]

COME, Sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving Lock me in delight awhile; Let some pleasing dreams beguile All my fancies; […]

GOD Lyaeus, ever young, Ever honour’d, ever sung, Stain’d with blood of lusty grapes, In a thousand lusty shapes Dance […]

Hence, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly: There’s nought in this […]

HENCE, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly! There ‘s naught in […]

HEAR, ye ladies that despise What the mighty Love has done; Fear examples and be wise: Fair Callisto was a […]