George Chapman Quotes

Music, and mood, she loves, but love she hates(As curious ladies do, their public cates),This train, with meteors, comets, lightenings,The dreadful presence of our empress sings:Which grant for ever (O eternal Night)Till virtue flourish in the light of light.
George Chapman
George Chapman

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