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Excerpt from Hell and Earth by Elizabeth Bear
Christopher Marlowe
Tamburlaine the Great, Part 1 Act V scene i

What is beauty saith my sufferings then?
If all the pens that ever poets held
Had fed the feeling of their
Master thoughts
And every sweetness that inspired their hearts
Their minds, and muses on admired themes: If all the Heavenly quintessence they still
From their immortal flowers of Poesy, wherein as in a mirror we preceive the highest reaches of a human wit: If these had made one Poem's period and all combin'd in Beauty's worthiness Yet should there hover in their restless heads, One thought, One grace, One wonder at the least, which into words no virtue can digest!