What grief can there be that time doth not make less?—But infamy, time never can suppress.
—Michael Drayton
With much we surfeit; plenty makes us poor.
—Michael Drayton
Must, bid the Morn awake!
Sad Winter now declines,
Each bird doth choose a mate;
This day’s Saint Valentine’s.
For that good bishop’s sake
Get up and let us see
What beauty it shall be
That Fortune us assigns.
—Michael Drayton
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