What is Beauty?
Christopher Marlowe
What is beauty, saith my sufferings, then?
If all the pens that ever poets held
Had fed the feeling of their masters' thoughts,
And every sweetness that inspir'd their hearts,
Their minds, and muses on admired themes;
If all the heavenly quintessence they still
From their immortal flowers of poesy,
Wherein as in a mirror we perceive
The highest reaches of a human wit --
If these had made one poem's period,
And all combin'd in beauty's worthiness,
Yet should there hover in their restless heads
One thought, one grace, one wonder, at the least,
Which into words no virtue can digest.
-from Tamburlaine the Great
A lovely point of view by the masterful Christopher Marlowe. As always, if you'd like a rhetorical analysis done on this work, I ask that you please leave a the request in the comments section, and I'll see what I can do for you.
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