ORPHEUS I AM, COME FROM THE DEEPS BELOW
by: John Fletcher
- RPHEUS I
am, come from the deeps below,
- To thee, fond man, the plagues of love to show.
- To the fair fields where loves eternal dwell
- There's none that come, but first they pass through hell:
- Hark, and beware! unless thou hast loved, ever
- Beloved again, thou shalt see those joys never.
- Hark how they groan that died despairing!
- Oh, take heed, then!
- Hark how they howl for over-daring!
- All these were men.
- They that be fools, and die for fame,
- They lose their name;
- And they that bleed,
- Hark how they speed!
- Now in cold frosts, now scorching fires
- They sit, and curse their lost desires;
- Nor shall these souls be free from pains and fears,
- Till women waft them over in their tears.
POEMS BY JOHN FLETCHER
'Orpheus I am, Come from the Deeps
Below' was originally published in The Mad Lover (1647).