Christopher Marlowe Quote
Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships,And burnt the topless towers of Ilium--Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.--''[kisses her]''Her lips suck forth my soul: see, where it flies!--Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again.Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips,And all is dross that is not Helena.I will be Paris, and for love of thee,Instead of Troy, shall Wertenberg be sack'd;And I will combat with weak Menelaus,And wear thy colours on my plumed crest;Yea, I will wound Achilles in the heel,And then return to Helen for a kiss.O, thou art fairer than the evening airClad in the beauty of a thousand stars;Brighter art thou than flaming JupiterWhen he appear'd to hapless Semele;More lovely than the monarch of the skyIn wanton Arethusa's azur'd arms;And none but thou shalt be my paramour!
Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships,And burnt the topless towers of Ilium--Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.--''[kisses her]''Her lips suck forth my soul: see, where it flies!--Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again.Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips,And all is dross that is not Helena.I will be Paris, and for love of thee,Instead of Troy, shall Wertenberg be sack'd;And I will combat with weak Menelaus,And wear thy colours on my plumed crest;Yea, I will wound Achilles in the heel,And then return to Helen for a kiss.O, thou art fairer than the evening airClad in the beauty of a thousand stars;Brighter art thou than flaming JupiterWhen he appear'd to hapless Semele;More lovely than the monarch of the skyIn wanton Arethusa's azur'd arms;And none but thou shalt be my paramour!