Quote#Pain
Oh my fame
Quote byGeorge Chapman · 1559–1634
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Bussy D'Ambois (1607), , Act V, scene iv.
English (original)
Oh my fame, Live in despite of murder! Take thy wings And haste thee where the grey-eyed Morn perfumes Her rosy chariot with Sabæan spices! Fly, where the Evening from th’Iberian vales Takes on her swarthy shoulders Hecate, Crowned with a grove of oaks; fly where men feel The burning axletree, and those that suffer Beneath the chariot of the snowy Bear.
— George Chapman
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