Christopher Marlowe Quotes

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

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

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Unhappy spirits that fell with Lucifer,
Conspired against our God with Lucifer,
And are forever damned with Lucifer.

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So, march away; and let due praise be given
Neither to fate nor fortune, but to Heaven.

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The griefs of private men are soon allayed, But not of kings.

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Thus methinks should men of judgement frame
Their means of traffic from the vulgar trade,
And, as their wealth increaseth, so enclose
Infinite riches in a little room.

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

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What should a priest do with so fair a house?
A prison may best beseem his holiness.

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Tamburlaine, the Scourge of God, must die.

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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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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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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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Had I as many souls as there be stars, I'd give them all for Mephistopheles!

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Why should you love him whom the world hates so? Because he love me more than all the world.

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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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