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O lente, lente currite noctis equi:
[Slowly, slowly run, O horses of the night:]
The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike,
The Devil will come, and Faustus must be damned.
O, I’ll leap up to my God! Who pulls me down?
See, see where Christ’s blood streams in the firmament!
One drop would save my soul—half a drop: ah, my Christ!

Christopher Marlowe

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