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.

'Orpheus I am, Come from the Deeps Below' was originally published in The Mad Lover (1647).

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