Man is his own star, and the soul that can

Render an honest and a perfect man

Commands all light, all influence, all fate.

Nothing to him falls early, or too late.

Our acts our angels are, or good or ill,

Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.

O woman, perfect woman! what distraction

Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil!

Of all the paths lead to a woman's love

Pity's the straightest.

Care-charming Sleep, thou easer of all woes,

Brother to Death, sweetly thyself dispose.

Joys as winged dreams fly fast,

Why should sadness longer last?

Grief is but a wound to woe;

Gentlest fair, mourn, mourn no moe.

There's naught in this life sweet

But only melancholy;

O sweetest melancholy!

John Fletcher: Bibliography - a list of his works.

John Fletcher: Monologues - a collection of monologues from his plays.

John Fletcher: Poems - a collection of his poetry.

Philaster, or Love Lies Bleeding - a synopsis of the play by John Fletcher.