You stars that reigned at my nativity, / Whose influence hath allotted death and hell, / Now draw up Faustus, like a foggy mist, / Into the entrails of yon labouring cloud.

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Money can't buy love, but it improves your bargaining position.

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While money doesn't buy love, it puts you in a great bargaining position

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Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields

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Oh, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars

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My men like satyrs grazing on the lawns, / Shall with their goat-feet dance an antic hay.

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