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Three poems by John Fletcher
On the 400th anniversary of his death
Death Comes to the Banquet Table, Giovanni Martinelli
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.
Love’s Emblems
Now the lusty spring is seen;
Golden yellow, gaudy blue,
Daintily invite the view:
Everywhere on every green
Roses blushing as they blow,
And enticing men to pull,
Lilies whiter than the snow,
Woodbines of sweet honey full:
All love's emblems, and all cry,
“Ladies, if not pluck’d, we die.”
Yet the lusty spring hath stay'd;
Blushing red and purest white
Daintily to love invite
Every woman, every maid:
Cherries kissing as they grow,
And inviting men to taste,
Apples even ripe below,
Winding gently to the waist:
All love's emblems, and all cry,
“Ladies, if not pluck’d, we die.”
Drinking Song
Drink to-day, and drown all sorrow,
You shall perhaps not do it tomorrow.
Best, while you have it, use your breath;
There is no drinking after death.
Wine works the heart up, wakes the wit;
There is no cure ‘gainst age but it.
It helps the headache, cough, and tisic,
And is for all diseases physic.
Then let us swill, boys, for our health;
Who drinks well, loves the commmonwealth.
And he that will to bed go sober,
Falls with the leaf still in October.
John Fletcher (1579-1625) was an English playwright and poet and was the house playwright for the King’s Men after the death of William Shakespeare. One of the most prolific and influential dramatists of his day, his fame rivaled Shakespeare’s. Fletcher collaborated with other playwrights, including Shakespeare, with whom he penned Henry VIII and The Two Noble Kinsmen.
Here's something you might be interested in.
Three poems by John Fletcher
On the 400th anniversary of his death
Three poems by John Fletcher
On the 400th anniversary of his death
Death Comes to the Banquet Table, Giovanni Martinelli
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.
Love’s Emblems
Now the lusty spring is seen;
Golden yellow, gaudy blue,
Daintily invite the view:
Everywhere on every green
Roses blushing as they blow,
And enticing men to pull,
Lilies whiter than the snow,
Woodbines of sweet honey full:
All love's emblems, and all cry,
“Ladies, if not pluck’d, we die.”
Yet the lusty spring hath stay'd;
Blushing red and purest white
Daintily to love invite
Every woman, every maid:
Cherries kissing as they grow,
And inviting men to taste,
Apples even ripe below,
Winding gently to the waist:
All love's emblems, and all cry,
“Ladies, if not pluck’d, we die.”
Drinking Song
Drink to-day, and drown all sorrow,
You shall perhaps not do it tomorrow.
Best, while you have it, use your breath;
There is no drinking after death.
Wine works the heart up, wakes the wit;
There is no cure ‘gainst age but it.
It helps the headache, cough, and tisic,
And is for all diseases physic.
Then let us swill, boys, for our health;
Who drinks well, loves the commmonwealth.
And he that will to bed go sober,
Falls with the leaf still in October.
John Fletcher (1579-1625) was an English playwright and poet and was the house playwright for the King’s Men after the death of William Shakespeare. One of the most prolific and influential dramatists of his day, his fame rivaled Shakespeare’s. Fletcher collaborated with other playwrights, including Shakespeare, with whom he penned Henry VIII and The Two Noble Kinsmen.
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