Quote#Nature
Now was it night, when in deepe rest enrol'd
Quote byRichard Carew · 1555–1620
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Godfrey of Bulloigne, or the Recoverie of Hierusalem (1594), Canto II, stanza 96.
English (original)
Now was it night, when in deepe rest enrol'd Are waves and windes, and mute the world doth show Weari'd the beasts, and those that bottome hold Of billow'd sea, and of moyst streames that flow, And who are lodged in cave, or pen'd in fold, And painted flyers in oblivion low, Under their secret horrours silenced, Stilled their cares, and their harts suppelled.
— Richard Carew
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