Christopher Marlowe
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Is this the face that launch’d a thousand ships? Doth Helen envy likely grace within?My joy, thou should’st be sin; thy lovely lipsDo tender kiss my face and all therein;Be so the cause of shipwrecks in thy way
Come live with me and be my love,
And to thee will I henceforth prove
That art more fair than beauteous light
And shinest bright in summer’s night.
I will thee bring a stand tall mirror,
Why would you ever think I'd be
Willing to accompany
You to every place you please?
I'm not so easy to appease.
Your words spoke of far away places,
Material things, forgotten faces.
