Was this the face that launchd a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss! Her lips suck forth my soul:4 see, where it flies!
Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burnèd is Apollos laurel bough,5 That sometime grew within this learnèd man.
Faustus.
Note 1. To shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sings madrigals; There will we make our peds of roses, And a thousand fragrant posies. William Shakespeare: Merry Wives of Windsor, act iii. sc. i. (Sung by Evans). [back]
Note 2. Be ye therefore wise as serpents, and harmless as doves.Matthew x. 16. [back]