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MICHAEL DRAYTON
Clarence, in steel so bright, Though but a maiden knight, Yet in that furious fight Scarce such another.
Warwick in blood did wade, Oxford the foe invade, And cruel slaughter made
Still as they ran up; Suffolk his axe did ply, Beaumont and \Villoughby Bare them right doughtily,
Ferrers and Fan hope.
Upon Saint Crispin's Day Fought was this noble fray, Which fame did not delay
To England to carry. O when shall English men With such acts fill a pcn^ Or England breed again
Such a King Harry?
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��73 o To the Virginian Voyage
rOU brave heroic minds Worthy your country's name, That honour still pursue; Go and subdue f Whilst loitering hinds
Lurk here at home with shame.
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