Accurs'D Be He That First Invented War

Accurs'd be he that first invented war!
They knew not, ah, they knew not, simple men,
How those were hit by pelting cannon-shot
Stand staggering like a quivering aspen-leaf
Fearing the force of Boreas' 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.

by Christopher Marlowe

Comments (4)

..........excellent and a very picturesque scene...a taxi as a yellow submarine.....and you, the lucky person viewing this fantastic underworld scenery ★
I love this poem. I set it to music (with permission directly from Collins himself) as part of a larger work entitled Winter Songs, with other poems by Wallace Stevens, Richard Wilbur, Robert Creeley and A.R. Ammons: http: //amzn.com/B00FDX26W4
Yet another one of Mr. Collins surreal adventures told so artfully as only he can.
I love this! I'm a teacher and I used this with a class of 8 year olds! ! They loved it too and understood it perfectly and poetry like this is giving them a real love of it. I just think BC is fantastic. His writing started me writitng. Thanks Billy