"Psittacus" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... tongue robbed of such a joy, Made the well-spoken nymph take such a toy,[109] That down she sunk: when lightning from above Shrunk her lean body, and, for mere free love, 420 Turn'd her into the pied-plum'd Psittacus, That now the Parrot is surnam'd by us, Who still with counterfeit confusion prates Naught but news common to the common'st mates.— This told, strange Teras touch'd her lute, and sung This ditty, ...
— The Works of Christopher Marlowe, Vol. 3 (of 3) • Christopher Marlowe |
