Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place, for where we are is hell, And where hell is there must we ever be.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEThe griefs of private men are soon allayed, But not of kings.
More Christopher Marlowe Quotes
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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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Love me little, love me long.
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Things that are not at all, are never lost.
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Religion hides many mischiefs from suspicion.
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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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Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?
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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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More childish valorous than manly wise.
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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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Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.
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I count religion but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but ignorance.
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All places are alike, and every earth is fit for burial.
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Strike up the drum and march courageously.
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The griefs of private men are soon allayed, But not of kings.
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Had I as many souls as there be stars, I’d give them all for Mephistopheles!
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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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There is no sin but ignorance.
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I am Envy, I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.
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Infinite riches in a little room.
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Above our life we love a steadfast friend.
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O soul, be changed into little waterdrops, / And fall into the ocean, ne’er be found!
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When all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
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Lone women, like to empty houses, perish.
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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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O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
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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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