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Till swollen with cunning, of a self-conceit, His waxen wings did mount above his reach, And, melting, heavens conspir'd his overthrow; For, falling to a devilish exercise, And glutted now with learning's golden gifts, He surfeits upon cursed necromancy; Nothing so sweet as magic is to him, Which he prefers before his chiefest bliss: And this the man that in his study sits. : Dr. Faustus (Marlowe)
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- in a gilded cage...very beautiful inside...but it's just as amazing outside...wonder if i should open the door...
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6 comments:
now what do u want to prove???????
nothing at all.. what is evident is evident right??? is it my problem if you miss the wood for the trees or vice versa??
if what is evident is evident why take pains to displauy it ...truth will speak on its own
it is showing originality ....
no hypocrisy ....
It shows originality ....no hypocrisy...
our original assets...which one we get from birth to death...
....nice meaning behind this frank sketch......
Invisible shackles of being a .....(may I say).....lady.
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