 Warring within our breasts for regiment, Doth teach us all to have aspiring minds : Our souls, whose faculties can comprehend The wondrous architecture of the world, And measure every wandering planet's course, Still climbing after knowledge infinite,...  The Retrospective Review - Page 1501821Full view - About this book
 | Robert S. Miola - Drama - 1997 - 600 pages
...planet's course, Still climbing after knowledge infinite, And always moving as the restless spheres, Until we reach the ripest fruit of all, That perfect...and sole felicity, The sweet fruition of an earthly crown.3 Shakespeare's early blank verse style, though decidedly not monolithic, is much closer to this... | |
 | Robert Andrews - Language Arts & Disciplines - 1997 - 666 pages
...behind him a situation which common sense, without the grace of genius, can deal with successfully. 5 The ripest fruit of all, That perfect bliss and sole...felicity, The sweet fruition of an earthly crown. CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE, (1564-1593) British dramatist, poet. TamI mi 1. 1 1 ni', in Tamburlaine the Great,... | |
 | Ellen Cannon Reed - Body, Mind & Spirit - 1997 - 236 pages
...planet's course, Still climbing after knowledge infinite, And always moving as the restless Spheres, Will us to wear ourselves and never rest, Until we reach the ripest fruit of ail. That perfect bliss and sole felicity, The sweet fruition of an earthly crown. — Christopher... | |
 | 1943 - 740 pages
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 | Christopher Marlowe - English drama - 1998 - 550 pages
...course, Still climbing after knowledge infinite And always moving as the restless spheres, 25 Wills us to wear ourselves and never rest Until we reach...felicity, The sweet fruition of an earthly crown. THERIDAMAS And that made me to join with Tamburlaine, 30 For he is gross and like the massy earth0... | |
 | Jonathan Bate - Drama - 1998 - 420 pages
...planet's course, Still climbing after knowledge infinite, And always moving as the resdess spheres. Wills us to wear ourselves and never rest Until we reach...felicity, The sweet fruition of an earthly crown. These lines constimte one of Tamburlaine's most magnificent blasphemies: the rhetorical ladder sets... | |
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