Who is Phineas Fletcher

Phineas Fletcher (8 April 1582 – 13 December 1650) was an English poet, elder son of Dr Giles Fletcher, and brother of Giles the Younger. He was born at Cranbrook, Kent, and was baptized on 8 April 1582.

Life

He was admitted a scholar of Eton, and in 1600 entered King's College, Cambridge. He graduated B.A. in 1604, and M.A. in 1608, and was one of the contributors to Sorrow's Joy (1603). His pastoral drama, Sicelides, or Piscatory was written (1614) for performance before James I, but only produced after the king's departure at King's College.

He had been ordained priest and before 1611 became a fellow of his college, but he left Cambridge before 1616, apparently because certain emoluments were refused him. He became chaplain to Sir Henry Willoughby, w...
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  • A Litany
    Drop, drop, slow tears,
    And bathe those beauteous feet
    Which brought from Heaven
    The news and Prince of Peace:...
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Heaven 1 Never 1 Peace 1 Mercy 1 Deep 1 Slow 1


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Touretteskid083: this is my phineas and ferb oc thomas fletcher he is cool and plays guitar
Touretteskid083: this is my phineas and ferb oc thomas fletcher he is cool and plays guitar
Mujiwastesink: lawrence fletcher from phineas and ferb has a tier of his own
Touretteskid083: this is my phineas and ferb oc thomas fletcher he is cool and plays guitar
Themmb_: started my day with the food for thought that lawrence fletcher isn’t phineas’ dad. just ferb’s i’ve spent the last 10 minutes looking at him and doofenshmirtz side by side. there’s also a clip where his mum and doof dated. i…
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Sonnet 11: As Fast As Thou Shalt Wane, So Fast Thou Grow'st
 by William Shakespeare

As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st
In one of thine, from that which thou departest,
And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestow'st,
Thou mayst call thine when thou from youth convertest.
Herein lives wisdom, beauty, and increase;
Without this folly, age, and cold decay,
If all were minded so, the times should cease,
And threescore year would make the world away.
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