| Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, | |
| And burned is Apollo’s laurel bough, | |
| That sometime grew within this learned man. | |
| Faustus is gone; regard his hellish fall, | |
| Whose fiendfull fortune may exhort the wise | 90 |
| Only to wonder at unlawful things, | |
| Whose deepness doth entice such forward wits | |
| To practise more than heavenly power permits. Doctor Faustus, Marlowe |
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