John Fletcher

Away, Delights

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.'

About the poet
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