O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEO, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEThe stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEVirginity, albeit some highly prize it, Compared with marriage, had you tried them both, Differs as much as wine and water doth.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEMy men like satyrs grazing on the lawns, / Shall with their goat-feet dance an antic hay.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEMake me immortal with a kiss.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWECome 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.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEWho 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 MARLOWEWhere both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever lov’d, that lov’d not at first sight?
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEYou stars that reigned at my nativity, whose influence hath allotted death and hell.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEStrike up the drum and march courageously.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEVirtue is the fount whence honour springs.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEGoodness is beauty in the best estate.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEUnhappy spirits that fell with Lucifer, Conspired against our God with Lucifer, And are for ever damned with Lucifer.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEHad I as many souls as there be stars, I’d give them all for Mephistopheles!
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEAll live to die, and rise to fall.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEFools that will laugh on earth, most weep in hell.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE