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Quotes by Michael Drayton
Umbrella-Making. And like umbrellas, with their feathers Shield you in all sorts of weathers.— filed under Occupations-Tonsorial
Well-known Sayings and Expressions. As Love and I late harbour'd in one inn, With proverbs thus each other entertain: 66 In love there is no lack," thus I begin ; "Fair words make fools," replieth he again; "Who spares to speak doth spare to speed," quoth I; "As well," saith he, "too forward as too slow;" "Fortune assists the boldest," I reply; A hasty man," quoth he, "ne'er wanted woe;" "Labour is light where love," quoth I, "doth pay;" Saith he, "Light burden's heavy, if far borne;" Quoth I, "The main lost, cast the by away;" "Y'have spun a fair thread," he replies in scorn. And having thus awhile each other thwarted Fools as we met, so fools again we parted.— filed under Proverbs
The coast was clear. jj.— filed under Iii
Estridge. Prince Edward all in gold, as he great Jove had been, The Mountfords all in plumes, like estridges were seen.— filed under Birds-Falcon
Falcon. The falcon and the dove sit there together, And th' one of them doth prune the other's feather.— filed under Birds-Falcon
By them there sat the loving pelican, Whose young ones, poison'd by the serpent's sting, With her own blood to life again doth bring.— filed under Birds-Pelican
Wonderland." Here when the labouring fish does at the foot arrive, And finds that by his strength but vainly he doth strive; His tail takes in his teeth, and bending like a bow, That's to the compass drawn, aloft himself doth throw: Then springing at his height, as doth a little wand, That, bended end to end, and flerted from the hand, Far off itself doth cast, so does the salmon vaut. And if at first he fail, his second summersaut He instantly assays and from his nimble ring, Still yarking never leaves, until himself he fling Above the streamful top of the surrounded heap.— filed under Fish
The Parting Kiss. Song VI. Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part.— filed under Kisses
Men of Genius. Vers de Société. For that fine madness still he did retain, Which rightly should possess a poet's brain.— filed under Poets
In this our spacious isle I think there is not one But he hath heard some talk of Hood and Little John, Of Tuck, the merry friar, which many a sermon made In praise of Robin Hood, his outlaws, and their trade.— filed under Story-Telling
They now to fight are gone; Armor on armor shone; Drum now to drum did groan, To hear was wonder; That with the cries they make, The very earth did shake; Trumpet to trumpet spake, Thunder to thunder.— filed under War