Quote#Death
Great goddess, to whose throne in Cynthian fires
Quote byGeorge Chapman · 1559–1634
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: The Shadow of Night (1594), Hymnus in noctem, line 1.
English (original)
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
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