Christopher Marlowe (1564‐1593)
Accurs'd be he that first invented war! They knew not, ah, they knew not, simple men, How those were hit by pelting cannonshot Stand staggering like a quivering aspen-leaf Fearing the force of Boreas's boisterous blasts! In what a lamentable case where I, If nature had not given me wisdom's lore! For kings are clouts that every man shoots at, Our crown the pin that thousands seek to cleave: Therefore in policy I think it good, To hide it close; a goodly stratagem, And far from any man that is a fool: So shall not I be known; or if I be, They cannot take away my crown from me. Here will I hide it in this simple hole.