O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars. – Christopher Marlowe
Is it not passing brave to be a King and ride in triumph through Persepolis? – Christopher Marlowe
O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars. – Christopher Marlowe
Is it not passing brave to be a King and ride in triumph through Persepolis? – Christopher Marlowe
I count religion but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but ignorance. – Christopher Marlowe