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<Author>Marlowe, Christopher</Author>
<Title>Pharsalia; The First Book of Lucan Translated into English</Title>
<Edition>The Complete Works of Christopher Marlowe. Fredson Bowers, ed. Cambridge: The University Press, 1973</Edition>
<Date>1593</Date>
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<l>Wars worse than civil on thessalian plains,</l>
<l>And outrage strangling law and people strong,</l>
<l>We sing, whose conquering swords their own breasts</l>
<l>Launched,</l>
<l>Armies allied, the kingdom's league uprooted,</l>
<l>Th' affrighted world's force bent on public spoil,</l>
<l>Trumpets, and drums like deadly threat'ning other,</l>
<l>Eagles alike displayed, darts answering darts.</l>
<l>Romans, what madness, what huge lust of war</l>
<l>Hath made barbarians drunk with latin blood?</l>
<l>Now babylon, (proud through our spoil) should stoop,</l>
<l>While slaughtered crassus' ghost walks unrevenged.</l>
<l>Will ye wage war, for which you shall not triumph?</l>
<l>A . . .
