Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas

Night's black Mantle covers all alike.
- Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas,

Night's black Mantle covers all alike.
- Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas,

Flesh of thy flesh, nor yet bone of thy bone.

Flesh of thy flesh, nor yet bone of thy bone.

Through thick and thin, both over Hill and Plain.

Through thick and thin, both over Hill and Plain.

Apoplexic, and Lethargie,
As forlorn hope, assault the enemy.

Apoplexic, and Lethargie,
As forlorn hope, assault the enemy.

Or (almost) like a Spider, who, confin'd
In her Web's centre, shakt with every winde,
Moves in read more

Or (almost) like a Spider, who, confin'd
In her Web's centre, shakt with every winde,
Moves in an instant, if the buzzing Flie
Stir but a string of her Lawn Canopie.
- Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas,