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Was this the face that launch d a thousand ships

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 the heel
And then return to Helen 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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