Love me little, love me long.[41:3]

The Jew of Malta. Act iv.

When all the world dissolves,

And every creature shall be purified,

All places shall be hell that are not heaven.

Faustus.

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:[41:4] see, where it flies!