- Must, bid the Morn awake! Sad Winter now declines, Each bird doth choose a mate; This day's Saint alentine's. For that good bishop's sake Get up and let us see What beauty it shall be That Fortune us assigns.... Michael Drayton {view}
- When faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And innocence is closing up his eyes, Now if thou would'st, when all have given him over, From death to life, thou might'st him yet recover... Michael Drayton {view}