from “Tamburlaine the Great” (Part 1, Act V, 160-173)
What is beauty, saith my sufferings, then?
If all the pens that ever poets held
Had fed the feelings of their masters’ thoughts
And every sweetness that inspired their hearts,
Their minds and muses on admired themes;
If all the heavenly quintessence they still
From their immortal flowers of poesy,
Wherein as in a mirror we perceive
The highest reaches of a human wit —
If these had made one poem’s period
And all combined in beauty’s worthiness,
Yet should there hover in their restless heads
One thought, one grace, one wonder at the least,
Which into words no virtue can digest.
-Christopher Marlowe
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Very well say… good structure of questioning and statement!
enjoy it! love the ending!
Love Marlowe. Full of mystery and mysticism.
masterymistery at cosmic rapture