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The feather, whence the pen
Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men,
Dropped from read more
The feather, whence the pen
Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men,
Dropped from an Angel's wing.
The pen wherewith thou dost so heavenly sing
Made of a quill from an angel's wing.
The pen wherewith thou dost so heavenly sing
Made of a quill from an angel's wing.
For what made that in glory shine so long
But poets' Pens, pluckt from Archangels' wings?
For what made that in glory shine so long
But poets' Pens, pluckt from Archangels' wings?
The pen became a clarion.
The pen became a clarion.
You write with ease, to show your breeding,
But easy writing's curst hard reading.
You write with ease, to show your breeding,
But easy writing's curst hard reading.
The pen is mightier than the sword.
The pen is mightier than the sword.
From this it appears how much more cruel the pen may be than the
sword.
[Lat., Hinc quam read more
From this it appears how much more cruel the pen may be than the
sword.
[Lat., Hinc quam sit calamus saevior euse, patet.]
The swifter hand doth the swift words outrun:
Before the tongue hath spoke the hand hath done.
The swifter hand doth the swift words outrun:
Before the tongue hath spoke the hand hath done.
Oh! nature's noblest gift--my gray-goose quill!
Slave of my thoughts, obedient to my will,
Torn from thy read more
Oh! nature's noblest gift--my gray-goose quill!
Slave of my thoughts, obedient to my will,
Torn from thy parent-bird to form a pen,
That might instrument of little men!