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 an ambitious and successful cleric who was in turn Dean of Peterborough, ... more »
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John Fletcher Poems
Take, Oh Take Those Lips Away
Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn, And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn:
Hear, ye Ladies
HEAR, ye ladies that despise What the mighty Love has done; Fear examples and be wise: Fair Callisto was a nun;
NOW the lusty spring is seen; Golden yellow, gaudy blue, Daintily invite the view: Everywhere on every green
AWAY, delights! go seek some other dwelling, For I must die. Farewell, false love! thy tongue is ever telling Lie after lie.
Care-charming Sleep, thou easer of all woes, Brother to Death, sweetly thyself dispose On this afflicted prince; fall like a cloud In gentle showers; give nothing that is loud
Beauty Clear and Fair
BEAUTY clear and fair, Where the air Rather like a perfume dwells; Where the violet and the rose
GOD Lyaeus, ever young, Ever honour'd, ever sung, Stain'd with blood of lusty grapes, In a thousand lusty shapes
Weep no more
WEEP no more, nor sigh, nor groan, Sorrow calls no time that 's gone: Violets pluck'd, the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again.
CYNTHIA, to thy power and thee We obey. Joy to this great company! And no day
COME, Sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving Lock me in delight awhile; Let some pleasing dreams beguile All my fancies; that from thence
Hymn to Pan
SING his praises that doth keep Our flocks from harm. Pan, the father of our sheep; And arm in arm
HENCE, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly! There 's naught in this life sweet,
Hence, All You Vain Delights from the Ni...
Hence, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly: There's nought in this life sweet,
To His Sleeping Mistress
Oh, fair sweet face! oh, eyes, celestial bright, Twin stars in heaven, that now adorn the night! Oh, fruitful lips, where cherries ever grow, And damask cheeks, where all sweet beauties blow!
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Take, Oh Take Those Lips Away
Take, oh take those lips away,
That so sweetly were forsworn,
And those eyes, the break of day,
Lights that do mislead the morn:
But my kisses bring again,
Seals of love, but sealed in vain.
Hide, oh hide those hills of snow,
Which thy frozen bosom bears,
On whose tops the pinks that grow
Are yet of those that April wears.
But first set my poor heart free,
Bound in those icy chains by thee.