And, when love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. Never durst poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with love's sighs ; O, then his lines would ravish savage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility.... THE DRAMATIC WORKS FO WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE - Page 1291850Full view
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Frances A. Yates - 1969
...undreamed of before its advent. Never durst poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temp'red with Love's sighs; O, then his lines would ravish...academes, That show, contain, and nourish all the world.1 Has not "Sanguine witt" completely vanquished "Melancholy Arte" ? And are not the smug "artificiall...