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.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEHad I as many souls as there be stars, I’d give them all for Mephistopheles!
More Christopher Marlowe Quotes
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Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.
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I am Envy, I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.
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All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
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Love is not full of pity (as men say) But deaf and cruel, where he means to pray.
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Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burned is Apollo’s laurel bough, That sometime grew within this learned man. Faustus is gone.
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Nothing violent, oft have I heard tell, can be permanent.
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Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever lov’d, that lov’d not at first sight?
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Make me immortal with a kiss.
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That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
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We control fifty percent of a relationship. We influence one hundred percent of it.
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Infinite riches in a little room.
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There is no sin but ignorance.
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It is a comfort to the miserable to have comrades in misfortune, but it is a poor comfort after all.
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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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Love me little, love me long.
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More childish valorous than manly wise.
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All women are ambitious naturally.
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All live to die, and rise to fall.
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Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.
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Our swords shall play the orators for us.
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Unhappy spirits that fell with Lucifer, Conspired against our God with Lucifer, And are for ever damned with Lucifer.
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Religion! O Diabole! Fie, I am asham’d, however that I seem, To think a word of such simple sound, Of such great matter should be made the ground.
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Honour is purchas’d by the deeds we do.
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Blood is the god of war’s rich livery.
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Is it not passing brave to be a King and ride in triumph through Persepolis?
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Strike up the drum and march courageously.
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