At Tara today in this fateful hour I place all Heaven with its power, And the sun with its brightness, And the snow with its whiteness, And fire with all the strength it hath, And lightning with its rapid wrath, And the winds with their swiftness along their path, And the sea with its deepness, And the rocks with their steepness, And the earth with its starkness All these I place, By God's almighty help and grace, Between myself and the powers of darkness.
Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight,And burnèd is Apollo's laurel bough,That sometime grew within this learnèd man.Faustus is gone. Regard his hellish fall,Whose fiendful fortune may exhort the wiseOnly to wonder at unlawful things,Whose deepness doth entice such forward wits,To practise more than heavenly power permits.Christopher Marlowe
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