Michael Drayton

"As Love and I late harbour'd in one inn, With proverbs thus each other entertain: "In love there is no lack," thus I begin; "Fair words make fools," replieth he again; "Who spares to speak doth spare to speed," quoth I; "As well," saith he, "too forward as too slow"; "Fortune assists the boldest," I reply; "A hasty man," quoth he, "ne'er wanted woe"; "Labour is light where love," quoth I," doth pay"; Saith he, "Light burden's heavy, if far borne"; Quoth I, "The main lost, cast the by away"; "Y'have spun a fair thread," he replies in scorn. And having thus awhile each other thwarted Fools as we met, so fools again we parted."

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

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

"The coast was clear."

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

"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."

"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."

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

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

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

"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."