Excerpt from Eleanor Fortesque Brickdale's Golden Book of Famous Women Faust. Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss. kisses her. Her lips suck forth my soul See Where it flies; Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena. I will be Paris, and for love of thee,...