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• Away, Delights

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

  John Fletcher

• Love's Emblems

  Now the lusty spring is seen;
  Golden yellow, gaudy blue,
  Daintily invite the view: …

  John Fletcher

• Hear, ye Ladies

  Hear, ye ladies that despise
  What the mighty Love has done;
  Fear examples and be wise: …

  John Fletcher

• God Lyaeus

  God Lyaeus, ever young,
  Ever honour'd, ever sung,
  Stain'd with blood of lusty grapes, …

  John Fletcher

• Beauty Clear and Fair

  Beauty clear and fair,
  Where the air
  Rather like a perfume dwells; …

  John Fletcher

• Melancholy

  Hence, all you vain delights,
  As short as are the nights
  Wherein you spend your folly! …

  John Fletcher

• Weep no more

  Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan,
  Sorrow calls no time that 's gone:
  Violets pluck'd, the sweetest rain …

  John Fletcher

• A Dirge

  Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren,
  Since o'er shady groves they hover,
  And with leaves and flowers do cover …

• The Shrouding of the Duchess of Malfi

  Hark! Now everything is still,
  The screech-owl and the whistler shrill,
  Call upon our dame aloud, …

• Vanitas Vanitatum

  All the flowers of the spring
  Meet to perfume our burying;
  These have but their growing prime, …

• Aurora

  O HAPPY Tithon! if thou know'st thy hap,
  And valuest thy wealth, as I my want,
  Then need'st thou not—which ah! I grieve to grant— …

  William Alexander, Earl of Stirling

• A Litany

  Drop, drop, slow tears,
  And bathe those beauteous feet
  Which brought from Heaven …

  Phineas Fletcher

• Of his Dear Son, Gervase

  Dear Lord, receive my son, whose winning love
  To me was like a friendship, far above
  The course of nature or his tender age; …

  Sir John Beaumont

• Invocation

  phoebus, arise!
  And paint the sable skies
  With azure, white, and red; …

  William Drummond, of Hawthornden

• Spring Bereaved 1

  that zephyr every year
  So soon was heard to sigh in forests here,
  It was for her: that wrapp'd in gowns of green …

  William Drummond, of Hawthornden

• Spring Bereaved 2

  Sweet Spring, thou turn'st with all thy goodly train,
  Thy head with flames, thy mantle bright with flow'rs:
  The zephyrs curl the green locks of the plain, …

  William Drummond, of Hawthornden

• Spring Bereaved 3

  Alexis, here she stay'd; among these pines,
  Sweet hermitress, she did alone repair;
  Here did she spread the treasure of her hair, …

  William Drummond, of Hawthornden

• Her Passing

  the beauty and the life
  Of life's and beauty's fairest paragon
  —O tears! O grief!—hung at a feeble thread …

  William Drummond, of Hawthornden

• Inexorable

  my thoughts hold mortal strife;
  I do detest my life,
  And with lamenting cries …

  William Drummond, of Hawthornden

• Change should breed Change

  new doth the sun appear,
  The mountains' snows decay,
  Crown'd with frail flowers forth comes the baby year. …

  William Drummond, of Hawthornden

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