Nay, could their numbers countervail the stars, Or ever-drizzling drops of April showers, Or wither'd leaves that autumn shaketh down, Yet would the Soldan by his conquering power. So scatter and consume them in his rage, That not a man should live to rue their fall.
Christopher MarloweAbout author
- Author's profession: Playwright
- Nationality: english
- Born: February 26, 1564
- Died: May 30, 1593
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