MY MIND TO ME A KINGDOM IS. I feare no foe, nor fawne on friend; I lothe not life, nor dread mine end. I joy not in no earthly blisse; I weigh not Cresus' welth a straw; For care, I care not what it is; I feare not Fortunes fatall law: My mind is such as may not move For beautie bright or force of love. I wish but what I have at will; I wander not to seeke for more; I like the plaine, I clime no hill; In greatest stormes I sitte on shore, And laugh at them that toile in vaine To get what must be lost againe. I kisse not where I wish to kill; I feigne not love where most I hate; The court, ne cart, I like, ne loath; Extreames are counted worst of all: The golden meane betwixt them both Doth surest sit, and fears no fall: This is my choyce, for why I finde, No wealth is like a quiet minde. My welth is health, and perfect ease; My conscience clere my chiefe defence: I never seeke by brybes to please, INCE there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! ф THE BATTLE OF AGINCOURT. Be it not seen, in either of our brows, Now, if thou wouldst, when all have given him over, The Battle of Agincourt. AIR stood the wind for France, When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance But putting to the main At Kause the mouth of Seine, And taking many a fort, With those that stopped his way, Which in his height of pride, King Henry to deride, His ransom to provide, To the king sending; Which he neglects the while, Yet, with an angry smile, THE BATTLE OF AGINCOURT. And, turning to his men, Quoth our brave Henry then, "Though they to one be ten, Be not amazèd : Yet have we well begun; Have ever to the sun By fame been raisèd. "And for myself," quoth he, Victor I will remain, Or on this earth lie slain; Never shall she sustain Loss to redeem me. "Poitiers and Cressy tell When most their pride did swell, No less our skill is Than when our grandsire great, By many a warlike feat Lopped the French lilies." The Duke of York so dread Amongst his henchmen; A braver man not there : O LORD! how hot they were They now to fight are gone; Armour on armour shone; Drum now to drum did groan,— |