Michael Drayton Quotes

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Next these, learn'd Jonson, in this list I bring,
Who had drunk deep of the Pierian spring.

Michael Drayton
Yet have we well begun,
Battles so bravely won
Have ever to the sun
By fame been raisëd.

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Fair stood the wind for France,
When we our sails advance,
Nor now to prove our chance,
Longer will tarry;
But putting to the main
At Kaux, the mouth of Seine,
With all his martial train,
Landed King Harry.

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Victor I will remain
Or on this earth lie slain,
Never shall she sustain
Loss to redeem me.

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Had in him those brave translunary things
That the first poets had.

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Thus when we fondly flatter our desires,
Our best conceits do prove the greatest liars.

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Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part,
Nay, I have done: you get no more of me,
And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart,
That thus so cleanly, I myself can free,
Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows,
And when we meet at any time again,
Be it not seen in either of our brows,
That we one jot of former love retain.

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Dear, why should you command me to my rest,
When now the night doth summon all to sleep?
Methinks this time becometh lovers best;
Night was ordain'd together friends to keep.

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When faith is kneeling by his bed of death,
And innocence is closing up his eyes,
Now if thou wouldst, when all have given him over,
From death to life thou might'st him yet recover.

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For that fine madness still he did retain
Which rightly should possess a poet's brain.

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Oh, when shall English men
With such acts fill a pen,
Or England breed again
Such a King Harry?

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Ill news hath wings, and with the wind doth go,
Comfort's a cripple and comes ever slow.

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O, when shall Englishmen With such acts fill a pen, Or England breed again Such a King Harry?

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Care draws on care, woe comforts woe again, Sorrow breeds sorrow, on grief brings forth twain.

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So in all humours sportively I range; My muse is rightly of the English strain, That cannot long one fashion entertain.

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It is your virtue, being men, to try;
And it is ours, by virtue to deny.

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