Author: John Fletcher

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 […]