Michael Drayton Quotes

Neat Marlowe, bathed in the Thespian springs, Had in him those brave translunary things That the first poets had; his raptures were All air and fire, which made his verses clear, For that fine madness still he did retain Which rightly should possess a poet’s brain.

That shire which we the Heart of England well may call.

But she, good sir, Did not prefer You, for that I was ranging; But for that she Found faith in me And she loved to be changing.

Upon Saint Crispin’s day Fought was this noble fray, Which fame did not delay To England to carry; Oh, when shall English men With such acts fill a pen, Or England breed again Such a King Harry?

Fair stood the wind for France When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry.

When Time shall turn those amber locks to grey, My verse again shall gild and make them gay.

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 ordained together friends to keep.

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

She wore a frock of frolic green.