This while our Noble King,
    His broad Sword brandishing, 90
    Downe the French Hoast did ding,
        As to o’r-whelme it;
    And many a deepe Wound lent,
    His Armes with Bloud besprent,
    And many a cruell Dent
        Bruised his Helmet.

    GLOSTER, that Duke so good,
    Next of the Royall Blood,
    For famous England stood,
        With his braue Brother; 100
    CLARENCE, in Steele so bright,
    Though but a Maiden Knight,
    Yet in that furious Fight,
        Scarce such another,

    WARWICK in Bloud did wade,
    OXFORD the Foe inuade,
    And cruell slaughter made,
        Still as they ran vp;
    SVFFOLKE his Axe did ply,
    BEAVMONT and WILLOVGHBY 110
    Bare them right doughtily,
        FERRERS and FANHOPE.

    Vpon 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 Pen,
    Or England breed againe,
        Such a King HARRY? 120

[from the Edition of 1606]

Ode 4

To my worthy frend, Master John Sauage of the Inner Temple

    Vppon this sinfull earth
    If man can happy be,
    And higher then his birth,
    (Frend) take him thus from me.

    Whome promise not deceiues
    That he the breach should rue,
    Nor constant reason leaues
    Opinion to pursue.

    To rayse his mean estate
    That sooths no wanton’s sinne, 10
    Doth that preferment hate
    That virtue doth not winne.

    Nor brauery doth admire,
    Nor doth more loue professe
    To that he doth desire,
    Then that he doth possesse.

    Loose humor nor to please,
    That neither spares nor spends,
    But by discretion weyes
    What is to needfull ends. 20

    To him deseruing not
    Not yeelding, nor doth hould
    What is not his, doing what
    He ought not what he could.

    Whome the base tyrants will
    Soe much could neuer awe
    As him for good or ill
    From honesty to drawe.

    Whose constancy doth rise
    ’Boue vndeserued spight 30
    Whose valewr’s to despise
    That most doth him delight.

    That earely leaue doth take
    Of th’ world though to his payne
    For virtues onely sake
    And not till need constrayne.

    Noe man can be so free
    Though in imperiall seate
    Nor Eminent as he
    That deemeth nothing greate. 40