Christopher Marlowe

(26 February 1564 - 30 May 1593 / Canterbury, England)

Accurs'D Be He That First Invented War - Poem by Christopher Marlowe

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.

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  • Gold Star - 30,477 Points * Sunprincess * (8/30/2015 11:51:00 PM)

    ...........wonderful poem....and love the title, also ★ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 5, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 5, 2011

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