Michael Drayton
With much we surfeit; plenty makes us poor.Collection: Poor
All transitory titles I detest; a virtuous life I mean to boast alone. Our birth's our sires'; our virtues be our own.Collection: Mean
Better sit still, than rise to meet the devil.Collection: Devil
Thus when we fondly flatter our desires, Our best conceits do prove the greatest liars.Collection: Liars
Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part.Collection: Kissing
So in all humours sportively I range; My muse is rightly of the English strain, That cannot long one fashion entertain.Collection: Fashion
When Time shall turne those Amber Lockes to Gray.Collection: Time
WhenTime shall turn those amber locks to grey, My verse again shall gild and make them gay.Collection: Time
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 forever, 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.Collection: Time
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 recoverCollection: Eye
Care draws on care, woe comforts woe again, Sorrow breeds sorrow, on grief brings forth twain.Collection: Grief
The Falcon and the Dove sit there together, And th 'one of them doth prune the others feather.Collection: Together
The mind is free, whate'er afflict the man, A King's a King, do Fortune what she can.Collection: Kings
Here when the labouring fish does at the foot arrive, And finds that by his strength but vainly he doth strive; His tail takes in his teeth, and bending like a bow, That's to the compass drawn, aloft himself doth throw: Then springing at his height, as doth a little wand, That, bended end to end, and flerted from the hand, Far off itself doth cast. so does the salmon vaut. And if at first he fail, his second sommersault He instantly assays and from his nimble ring, Still yarking never leaves, Until himself he fling Above the streamful top of the surrounded heap.Collection: Rivers