Unhappy spirits that fell with Lucifer, / Conspired against our God with Lucifer, / — Christopher Marlowe
Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed in one self place, for where we are is hell — Christopher Marlowe
Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of ileum? — Christopher Marlowe
O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars. — Christopher Marlowe