Goodness is beauty in the best estate.
Make me immortal with a kiss.
Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum?
Above our life we love a steadfast friend.
It lies not in our power to love or hate, for will in us is overruled by fate.
Till swollen with cunning, of a self-conceit, His waxen wings did mount above his reach, And, melting, Heavens conspir'd his overthrow.