Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever lov’d, that lov’d not at first sight?
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEWe control fifty percent of a relationship. We influence one hundred percent of it.
More Christopher Marlowe Quotes
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Now I will show myself to have more of the serpent than the dove; That is–more knave than fool.
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Blood is the god of war’s rich livery.
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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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What are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day?
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I count religion but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but ignorance.
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Is it not passing brave to be a King and ride in triumph through Persepolis?
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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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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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Hell strives with grace for conquest in my breast. What shall I do to shun the snares of death?
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More childish valorous than manly wise.
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I’m armed with more than complete steel, – The justice of my quarrel.
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Strike up the drum and march courageously.
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He must have a long spoon that eats with the devil.
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O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
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Love me little, love me long.
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Honour is purchas’d by the deeds we do.
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The griefs of private men are soon allayed, But not of kings.
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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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I am Envy, I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.
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Things that are not at all, are never lost.
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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.
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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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Our swords shall play the orators for us.
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All live to die, and rise to fall.
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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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Goodness is beauty in the best estate.
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