John Fletcher (20 December 1579 - 29 August 1625 / Rye, Sussex, England)
John Fletcher was a Jacobean playwright. Following William Shakespeare as house playwright for the King's Men, he was among the most prolific and influential dramatists of his day; both during his lifetime and in the early Restoration, his fame rivalled Shakespeare's. Though his reputation has been eclipsed since, Fletcher remains an important transitional figure between the Elizabethan popular tradition and the popular drama of the Restoration.
Fletcher was born in December 1579 in Rye, Sussex, and died of the plague in August 1625. His father Richard Fletcher was... more »
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I have touched the highest point of all my greatness,
And from that full meridian of my glory
I haste now to my setting. I shall fall
Like a bright exhalation in the evening,
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Orpheus with his Lute made Trees,John Fletcher (1579-1625), British dramatist, and William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet, dramatist. King Henry VIII (III, i). . . Oxford B...
And the Mountaine tops that freeze,
Bow themselves when he did sing.
To his Musicke, Plants and Flowers
Ever spring; as Sunne and Showres,...
Do not fear to put thy feetJohn Fletcher (1579-1625), British dramatist. The Faithful Shepherdess (III, i). . . Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century Verse, The. H. J. C. Grier...
Naked in the river sweet;
Think not leech, or newt, or toad
Will bite thy foot when thou hast trod;
Nor let the water, rising high,
''Now, good night! may Sweetest SlumbersJohn Fletcher (1579-1625), British dramatist. The Faithful Shepherdess (II, i). . . Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century Verse, The. H. J. C. Griers...
And soft Silence fall in numbers
On your Eye-lids: So, farewell;
Thus I end my Evening knell.''