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Bulchevy’s Book of English Verse
Contents:
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;
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;
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
With thee! Men cannot mock us in the clay.’
John Fletcher. 1579-1625
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Chicago: Unknown, "211. Away, Delights," Bulchevy’s Book of English Verse, ed. Sutherland, Alexander, 1853-1902 and trans. Seaton, R. C. in Bulchevy’s Book of English Verse (New York: George E. Wood, ""Death-bed"" edition, 1892), Original Sources, accessed April 24, 2024, http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=CMMXPJNN3CBNHZI.
MLA: Unknown. "211. Away, Delights." Bulchevy’s Book of English Verse, edited by Sutherland, Alexander, 1853-1902, and translated by Seaton, R. C., in Bulchevy’s Book of English Verse, New York, George E. Wood, ""Death-bed"" edition, 1892, Original Sources. 24 Apr. 2024. http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=CMMXPJNN3CBNHZI.
Harvard: Unknown, '211. Away, Delights' in Bulchevy’s Book of English Verse, ed. and trans. . cited in ""Death-bed"" edition, 1892, Bulchevy’s Book of English Verse, George E. Wood, New York. Original Sources, retrieved 24 April 2024, from http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=CMMXPJNN3CBNHZI.
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