Quotes About Marle

Would it not grieve a woman to be over-mastered by a piece of valiant dust? to make an account of her life to a clod of wayward marle?

His spear, to equal which the tallest pineHewn on Norwegian hills, to be the mastOf some great ammiral, were but a wand,He walk'd with, to support uneasy stepsOver the burning marle.