You stars that reign'd at my nativity, Whose influence hath allotted death and hell, Now draw up Faustus, like a foggy mist, Into the entrails of yon labouring clouds, That, when you vomit forth into the air, My limbs may issue from your smoky mouths,... The works of Christopher Marlowe [ed. by G. Robinson]. - Seite 199 von Christopher Marlowe - 1826 Vollansicht -
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