Till swollen with cunning, of a self-conceit,
His waxen wings did mount above his reach,
And melting heavens conspired his overthrow.

Author: Christopher Marlowe

Till swollen with cunning, of a self-conceit,<br />His waxen wings did mount above his reach,<br />And melting heavens conspired his overthrow. - Christopher Marlowe



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