Make Me Immortal With A Kiss.

You Stars That Reigned At My Nativity, Whose Influence Hath Allotted Death And Hell.

Was This The Face That Launched A Thousand Ships, And Burnt The Topless Towers Of Ileum?

Virginity, Albeit Some Highly Prize It, Compared With Marriage, Had You Tried Them Both, Differs As Much As Wine And Water Doth.

Come Live With Me And Be My Love, And We Will All The Pleasures Prove, That Valleys, Groves, Hills, And Fields, Woods, Or Steepy Mountain Yields.

That Perfect Bliss And Sole Felicity, The Sweet Fruition Of An Earthly Crown.