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When those renoumed noble Peres of Greece,
thrugh stubborn pride amongst the[m]selues did iar forgetfull of the famous golden fleece, then Orpheus with his harp theyr strife did bar. But this continuall cruell ciuill warre, the which my selfe against my selfe doe make: whilest my weak powres of passions warreid arre. no skill can stint nor reason can aslake. But when in hand my tunelesse harp I take, then doe I more augment my foes despight: and griefe renew, and passions doe awake, to battaile fresh against my selfe to fight. Mongst whome the more I seeke to settle peace, the more I fynd their malice to increace. Unsatisfied? Search for more:Other Cool Sites:Hot Arts & Stage NewsLyrics Catalogue Sound Tracks Guide Guide to Serials and Shows English Subtitles For DivX Movies Hundreds of Cooking Recipes Over 5000 Cocktails Recipes Cool Online Encyclopedia Cellulars Descriptions and Reviews Algorithms Dictionary Funny Jokes and Anecdotes. Usenet Newsgroups Reader |