Upon Saint Crispin's day Fought was this noble fray,... Which fame did not delay To England to carry. On when shall Englishmen With such acts fill a pen, Or England breed again Such a King Harry?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
No far-fetched sigh shall ever wound my breast, Love from mine eye a tear shall never wring,... Nor in Ah me's my whining sonnets dressed, A libertine, fantastically I sing. My verse is the true image of my mind, Ever in motion, still desiring change;LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Or if no thing but death will serve thy turn, Still thirsting for subversion of my state,... Do what thou canst, raze, massacre, and burn, Let the world see the utmost of thy hate;LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
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 ordained together friends to keep. How happy are all other living things, Which though the day disjoin by several flight, The quiet evening yet together brings, And each returns unto his love at night.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
To nothing fitter can I thee compare Than to the son of some rich pennyfather,... Who, having now brought on his end with care, Leaves to his son all he had heaped together;LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
But you broke into heaven's immortal store, Where virtue, honor, wit, and beauty lay;... Which taking thence you have escaped away, Yet stand as free as ere you did before;LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »