From jigging veins of rhyming mother wits And such conceits as clownage keeps in pay, We'll lead you to the stately tent of war, Where you shall hear the Scythian Tamburlaine Threatening the world with high-astounding terms, And scourging kingdoms with his conquering sword. MARLOWE*
From Samarkand the Golden, once capital of half the conquered world, and seat of Tamburlaine news came last week of things deep stirring in the heart of Asia. Bleak Soviets rule today, instead of Tamburlaine, but even so the men of Samarkand still sip iced honey as of old,...
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