MELANCHOLY. by J. FLETCHER.

 
 
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MELANCHOLY.

 
Hence, all you vain delights,
As short as are the nights
Wherein you spend your folly
There's naught in this life sweet
If men were wise to see't,
But only melancholy,
O sweetest Melancholy!
Welcome, folded arms and fixéd eyes,
A sigh that piercing mortifies,
A look that's fasten'd to the ground,
A tongue chain'd up without a sound!
Fountain-heads and pathless groves,
Places which pale passion loves!
Moonlight walks, when all the fowls
Are warmly housed save bats and owls!
A midnight bell, a parting groan!
These are the sounds we feed upon;
Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley;
Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.
J. FLETCHER.,
 
 
 
 

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