Skip to content

Come, take hands, you are not such
As this will weary overmuch.
Sit we down, and hear rehearse
The marvels of the sweet-souled verse

— Edward Andrade

Another quote →

More quotes by Edward Andrade

Your father bears an iron reed
Filled with a flame that makes us bleed;
Your kindly mother loves to tear
Feathers and skin to deck her hair.

All Edward Andrade quotes →

Attribution

Quote text and notes from Wikiquote: Edward Andrade (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0. Source quality and labels are our own summary of what Wikiquote records.