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...infinite, And always moving as the restless spheres, Will us to wear ourselves, and never rest, Until we reach the ripest fruit of all, That perfect bliss...felicity, The sweet fruition of an earthly crown.' superb lines are put with almost ludicrous inaptness into the mouth of a Scythian conqueror addressing...

...infinite, And always moving as the restless spheres, Will us to wear ourselves, and never rest, Until we reach the ripest fruit of all, — That perfect bliss and sole delicity. The sweet fruition of an earthly crown. FROM ' TAMBURLAINE ' AH, FAIR Zenocrate! — divine...

...infinite, And always moving as the restless spheres. Will us to wear ourselves, and never rest. Until we reach the ripest fruit of all, — That perfect bliss and sole delicity, The sweet fruition of an earthly crown. FROM ' TAMBURLAINE ' AH, FAIR Zenocrate! — divine...

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...infinite And always moving as the restless spheres, Will us to wear ourselves and never rest Until become of man himself, whom these things now do all...we not plainly that obedience of creatures unto t It was Marlowe who revolutionised the diction of the popular drama, adopting in place of rhymed couplets...