Christopher Marlowe Quotes

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Where both deliberate, the love is slight;
Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?

Christopher Marlowe
The ripest fruit of all,
That perfect bliss and sole felicity,
The sweet fruition of an earthly crown.

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What are kings, when regiment is gone,
But perfect shadows in a sunshine day?

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

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Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscrib'd
In one self place; but where we are is hell,
And where hell is, there must we ever be.

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Is it not passing brave to be a king,
And ride in triumph through Persepolis?

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Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss. Her lips suck forth my soul; see, where it flies!

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Ah fair Zenocrate, divine Zenocrate, Fair is too foul an epithet for thee.

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Our souls, whose faculties can comprehend The wondrous architecture of the world, And measure every wandering planet's course, Still climbing after knowledge infinite.

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You must be proud, bold, pleasant, resolute, And now and then stab, when occasion serves.

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Who hateth me but for my happiness? Or who is honored now but for his wealth? Rather had I, a Jew, be hated thus, Than pitied in a Christian poverty.

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Virginity, albeit some highly prize it, Compared with marriage, had you tried them both, Differs as much as wine and water doth.

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Sweet Analytics, 'tis thou has ravish'd me.

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Hell strives with grace for conquest in my breast.
What shall I do to shun the snares of death?

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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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Mephistopheles: As are the elements, such are the spheres, Mutually folded in each other's orb, And, Faustus, All jointly move upon one axletree, Whose terminine is termed the world's wide pole: Nor are the names of Saturn, Mars, or Jupiter Feigned, but are erring stars.

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If we say that we have no sin, We deceive ourselves, and there's no truth in us. Why then belike we must sin, And so consequently die. Ay, we must die an everlasting death.

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Tell Isabel the Queen, I looked not thus,
When for her sake I ran at tilt in France.

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FAUSTUS. [Stabbing his arm.] Lo, Mephistophilis, for love of thee, I cut mine arm, and with my proper blood Assure my soul to be great Lucifer's, Chief lord and regent of perpetual night!

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Like untuned golden strings all women are,
Which long time lie untouched, will harshly jar. Vessels of brass oft handled brightly shine.

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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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By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

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O soul, be changed into little waterdrops,
And fall into the ocean—ne'er to be found.
My God! my God! look not so fierce on me!

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I am Envy, begotten of a chimneysweeper and an oysterwife. I cannot read, and therefore wish all books were burnt.

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And let these tears, distilling from mine eyes,
Be proof of my grief and innocency.

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Time doth run with calm and silent foot,
Shortening my days and thread of vital life.

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Hell hath no limits nor is circumscribed
In one self place, where we are is Hell,
And to be short, when all the world dissolves,
And every creature shall be purified,
All places shall be hell that are not heaven.

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Then bring those Turkish harlots to my tent
And I'll dispose them as it likes me best.

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Till swollen with cunning, of a self-conceit, His waxen wings did mount above his reach, And, melting, Heavens conspir'd his overthrow.

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Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.

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