All transitory titles I detest; a virtuous life I mean to boast alone. Our birth's our sires'; our virtues be our own. — Michael Drayton Copy Share Image
When faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And innocence is closing up his eyes, Now if thou would'st, when all… — Michael Drayton Copy Share Image
It is your virtue, being men, to try; And it is ours, by virtue to deny. — Michael Drayton Copy Share Image
O blessed bounty, giving ail content! The only fautress of all noble arts That lend'st success to every good intent. A grace that rests… — Michael Drayton Copy Share Image
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… — Michael Drayton Copy Share Image
The falcon and the dove sit there together, and the one of them doth prune the other's feather. — Michael Drayton Copy Share Image
“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,… — Michael Drayton Copy Share Image
The Falcon and the Dove sit there together, And th 'one of them doth prune the others feather. — Michael Drayton Copy Share Image
Here when the labouring fish does at the foot arrive, And finds that by his strength but vainly he doth strive; His tail takes… — Michael Drayton Copy Share Image
WhenTime shall turn those amber locks to grey, My verse again shall gild and make them gay. — Michael Drayton Copy Share Image
