What feeds me destroys me.
Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum?
You stars that reigned at my nativity, whose influence hath allotted death and hell.
Fornication: but that was in another country; And besides, the wench is dead.
That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
Why should you love him whom the world hates so? Because he love me more than all the world.