And from th’ Antarctic Pole eastward beholdAs much more land, which never was descried,Wherein are rocks of pearl that shine as brightAs all the lamps that beautify the sky;And shall I die, and this unconquerèd?
Christopher Marlowe
And from th’ Antarctic Pole eastward beholdAs much more land, which never was descried,Wherein are rocks of pearl that shine as brightAs all the lamps that beautify the sky;And shall I die, and this unconquerèd?