O, how I faint when I of you do write,
Knowing a better spirit doth use your name,
And in the praise thereof spends all his might
To make me tongue-tied speaking of your fame.
O, how I faint when I of you do write,
Knowing a better spirit doth use your name,
And in the praise thereof spends all his might
To make me tongue-tied speaking of your fame.
Discuss unto me: art thou officer,
Or art thou base, common, and popular?
Fall Greeks; fail fame; honour or go or stay;
My major vow lies here, this I'll obey.
In thee thy mother dies, our household's name,
My death's revenge, thy youth, and England's fame.
Death makes no conquest of this conqueror;
For now he lives in fame, though not in life.
He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause.
I say, without characters, fame lives long.
Knocks go and come; God's vassals drop and die;
And sword and shield
In bloody field
Doth win immortal fame.
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