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

— Michael Drayton To the Cambro-Britons and their Harp, His Ballad of Agincourt (1619)

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Ill news hath wings, and with the wind doth go,
Comfort’s a cripple and comes ever slow.

The Barons' Wars (1603)

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

The Barons' Wars (1603)

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

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

Crave the tuneful nightingale to help you with her lay,
The ousel and the throstlecock, chief music of our May.

The Shepherd’s Garland (1593)

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