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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.

— Michael Drayton Idea's Mirror (1594)

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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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