AWAY, delights! go seek some other dwelling, <br /> For I must die. <br />Farewell, false love! thy tongue is ever telling <br /> Lie after lie. <br />For ever let me rest now from thy smarts; <br /> Alas, for pity go <br /> And fire their hearts <br />That have been hard to thee! Mine was not so. <br /> <br />Never again deluding love shall know me, <br /> For I will die; <br />And all those griefs that think to overgrow me <br /> Shall be as I: <br />For ever will I sleep, while poor maids cry-- <br /> 'Alas, for pity stay, <br /> And let us die <br />With thee! Men cannot mock us in the clay.'<br /><br />John Fletcher<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/away-delights/
