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Poem by Christopher Marlowe


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Accurs'd be he that first invented war!
They knew not, ah, they knew not, simple men,
How those were hit by pelting cannon-shot
Stand staggering like a quivering aspen-leaf
Fearing the force of Boreas' boisterous blasts!
In what a lamentable case where I,
If nature had not given me wisdom's lore!
For kings are clouts that every man shoots at,
Our crown the pin that thousands seek to cleave:
Therefore in policy I think it good
To hide it close; a goodly stratagem,
And far from any man that is a fool:
So shall not I be known; or if I be,
They cannot take away my crown from me.
Here will I hide it in this simple hole.



Christopher Marlowe


Christopher Marlowe's other poems:
  1. Our Conquering Swords
  2. Lament for Zenocrate
  3. Ignoto
  4. The Face That Launch'd A Thousand Ships
  5. I Must Have Wanton Poets


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