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Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.

John Fletcher. 1579–1625

211. 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;         5
        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;  10
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  15
With thee! Men cannot mock us in the clay.’