Quotes from Michael Drayton

The mind is free, whate'er afflict the man, A King's a King, do Fortune what she can.

All transitory titles I detest; a virtuous life I mean to boast alone. Our birth's our sires'; our virtues be our own.

When Time shall turne those Amber Lockes to Gray.

The Falcon and the Dove sit there together, And th 'one of them doth prune the others feather.

Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part.

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

Muse, bid the morne awake; Sad winter now declines: Each bird doth choose a mate, This day's Saint Valentines...

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

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

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

Fair stood the wind for France.

Must, bid the Morn awake! Sad Winter now declines, Each bird doth choose a mate; This day's Saint Valentine's. For that good bishop's sake Get up and let us see What beauty it shall be That Fortune us assigns.

The coast was clear.

O, when shall EnglishmenWith such acts fill a pen,Or England breed againSuch a King Harry?

Had in him those brave translunary thingsThat the first poets had.