Christopher Marlowe

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?

Infinite riches in a little room.

Infinite riches in a little room.

By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodies birds sing madrigals.

By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodies birds sing madrigals.

Now will I show myself to have more of the serpent than the dove; that is, more knave than fool.

Now will I show myself to have more of the serpent than the dove; that is, more knave than fool.

Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships,
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?
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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.--
Her lips suck forth my soul; see, where it flies!--