JOHN FLETCHER

From thy plenteous hand divine

Let a river run with wine :

God of youth, let this day here Enter neither care nor fear.

Beauty Char and Fair

BEAUTY clear and fair, Where the air

Rather like a perfume dwells ; Where the violet and the rose Their blue veins and blush disclose, And come to honour nothing else :

Where to live near And planted there Is to live, and still live new ; Where to gain a favour is More than light, perpetual bliss Make me live by serving you I

Dear, again back recall To this light,

A stranger to himself and all ! Both the wonder and the story Shall be yours, and eke the glory :

I am your servant, and your thrall.

��216. Melancholy

1LJ ENCE, all you vain delights,

• " *" As short as are the nights

Wherein you spend your folly ! There 's naught in this life sweet,

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