Christopher Marlowe Quotes
Till swollen with cunning, of a self-conceit,His waxen wings did mount above his reach,And, melting, Heavens conspir'd his overthrow.
Till swollen with cunning, of a self-conceit,
His waxen wings did mount above his reach,
And, melting, Heavens conspir'd his overthrow.
(Christopher Marlowe)
His waxen wings did mount above his reach,
And, melting, Heavens conspir'd his overthrow.
(Christopher Marlowe)