Maxioms by Christopher Marlowe
Infinite riches in a little room.
Infinite riches in a little room.
It is a comfort to the miserable to have comrades in misfortune,
but it is a poor comfort after read more
It is a comfort to the miserable to have comrades in misfortune,
but it is a poor comfort after all.
Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?
Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?
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!--
Above our life we love a steadfast friend.
Above our life we love a steadfast friend.
