by John Fletcher (1579 - 1625)
Come hither you that love
Language: English
Come hither, you that love, and hear me sing Of joys still growing, Green, fresh, and lusty as the pride of spring, And ever blowing. Come hither, youths that blush, and dare not know What is desire; And old men, worse than you, that cannot blow One spark of fire; And with the power of my enchanting song, Boys shall be able men, and old men young. Come hither, you that hope, and you that cry; Leave off complaining; Youth, strength, and beauty, that shall never die, Are here remaining. Come hither, fools, and blush you stay so long From being blest; And mad men, worse than you, that suffer wrong, Yet seek no rest; And in an hour, with my enchanting song, You shall be ever pleased, and young maids long.
Authorship:
- by John Fletcher (1579 - 1625), appears in The Tragedy of Valentinian [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Robert Johnson (c1583 - 1633), "Come hither you that love" [voice and lute] [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Ross Klatte
This text was added to the website: 2014-02-06
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Word count: 132