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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!--
Christopher Marlowe
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Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.
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