George Chapman Quotes

Great goddess, to whose throne in Cynthian fires,This earthly altar endless fumes expires;Therefore, in fumes of sighs and fires of grief,To fearful chances thou send'st bold relief,Happy, thrice happy type, and nurse of death,Who, breathless, feeds on nothing but our breath,In whom must virtue and her issue live,Or die for ever.
George Chapman
George Chapman

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