Christopher Marlowe - The Face That Launched a Thousand Ships

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Christopher Marlowe - The Face That Launched a Thousand Ships
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Lyrics
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! 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 Wittenberg be sack'd; And I will combat with weak Menelaus And wear thy colours on my plumed crest; Yea, I will wound Achilles in thе heel And then return to Helеn for a kiss O, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars; Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter When he appear'd to hapless Semele; More lovely than the monarch of the sky In wanton Arethusa's azur'd arms; And none but thou shalt be my paramour!
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- Christopher Marlowe