Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum?
Things that are not at all, are never lost.
Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?
Why should you love him whom the world hates so? Because he love me more than all the world.
Make me immortal with a kiss.
Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burned is Apollo's laurel bough, That sometime grew within this learned man. Faustus is gone.