Michael Drayton Quotes

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

With much we surfeit; plenty makes us poor.

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

Better sit still, than rise to meet the devil.

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

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

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

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

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

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

When Time shall turne those Amber Lockes to Gray.

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