Seven Deadly Sins series
from Doctor Faustus
by Christopher Marlowe (1564-1593)
Act II, Sc 2
I am Pride. I disdain to have any parents. I am like to Ovid's flea, I can creep into every corner of a wench: sometimes, like a periwig I sit upon her brow; next, like a necklace I hang about her neck; then, like a fan of feathers I kiss her; and then, turning myself into a wrought smock, do what I list - But fie, what a smell is here. I'll not speak a word more for a king's ransom unless the ground be perfumed and covered with cloth of arras.
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