" Mr. Fletcher was a wealthy tanner in Norton Bury.

Fletcher (whose Fame no Age can ever wast; Envy of Ours, and glory of the last) Is now alive againe; and with his Name His sacred Ashes wak'd into a Flame; Such as before did by a secret charme The wildest Heart subdue, the coldest warme, And lend the Lady's eyes a power more bright, Dispensing thus to either, Heat and Light.

She preached in various parts of England with acceptance, as she had opportunity, from shortly after her conversion till her marriage; and then, as it would have been a violation of a canon of the Church of Englandof which Mr. Fletcher was a ministerfor a woman to occupy the pulpit of the church at Madeley, her husband had a large building erected, in close proximity to the rectory, for her especial use.

Dr. Fletcher was our doctor.

* Mr. JOHN FLETCHER Was son of Dr. Richard Fletcher, Lord Bishop of London, and was born in Northamptonshire in the year 1576.

Fletcher was confidential clerk to the great banking-house of Foggarty, Danforth, and Dot.

FLETCHER, GILES, an English poet, born in London; was the unappreciated rector of Alderton, in Suffolk, and author of a fervid and imaginative poem, "Christ's Victory and Triumph," which won the admiration of Milton (1588-1623).

She preached in various parts of England with acceptance, as she had opportunity, from shortly after her conversion till her marriage; and then, as it would have been a violation of a canon of the Church of Englandof which Mr. Fletcher was a ministerfor a woman to occupy the pulpit of the church at Madeley, her husband had a large building erected, in close proximity to the rectory, for her especial use.

Fletcher concerning his Pastorall, being both a Poeme and a play: [concerning...play omitted in D, E, F] There are no suerties (good friend) will be taken For workes that vulgar-good-name hath forsaken: A Poeme and a play too!

Dear, good soulso kind, so timid, so cheerful too; but, Heaven help me, what could I do?for you know Mr. Fletcher is a terrible man.

Thou hadst no Sloath, no Rage, no sullen Fit, But Strength and Mirth, FLETCHER'S a Sanguin Wit.