Christopher Marlowe
The terror of the night-night, the sad scourge of a glutton
And of Jupiter Hercules, a stark vulture and a robber,
The sidebar is covered up. Rejoice in crime, grandsons!
Innocent, soothing hair spread on his neck;
Lament! the light of the forum, the glory of the venerable law
He slew: alas, with him the effeminate Acheron at the shore
Much courage is gone. For one's many virtues
Livy, spare the man; don't be the most courageous
Her ashes, whose face has so many thousands
He is thunderstruck by mortals: so when you tell the gods
The wound was sliced off, the bones rest happily
The character of the marble surpasses the tombs of the tomb.