- Ill news hath wings, and with the wind doth go,
- Comfort's a cripple and comes ever slow.
MICHAEL DRAYTON, The Barrons' Wars
- The mind is free, whate'er afflict the man,
- A King's a King, do Fortune what she can.
MICHAEL DRAYTON, The Barrons' Wars
- Thus when we fondly flatter our desires,
- Our best conceits do prove the greatest liars.
MICHAEL DRAYTON, The Barrons' Wars
- Care draws on care, woe comforts woe again,
- Sorrow breeds sorrow, on grief brings forth twain.
MICHAEL DRAYTON, England's Heroical Epistles
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