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: see, where it flies! Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heaven be in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena.
[00:11.13]Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships, [00:18.44]And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? [00:27.48]Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss. [00:37.93]Her lips suck forth my soul: see, where it flies! [00:48.58]Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. [01:00.34]Here will I dwell, for heaven be in these lips, [01:08.93]And all is dross that is not Helena. [01:14.44]
