Above our life we love a steadfast friend.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEGoodness is beauty in the best estate.
More Christopher Marlowe Quotes
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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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Blood is the god of war’s rich livery.
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O soul, be changed into little waterdrops, / And fall into the ocean, ne’er be found!
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More childish valorous than manly wise.
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Virginity, albeit some highly prize it, Compared with marriage, had you tried them both, Differs as much as wine and water doth.
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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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Infinite riches in a little room.
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While money doesn’t buy love, it puts you in a great bargaining position.
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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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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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What feeds me destroys me.
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I am Envy, I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.
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The griefs of private men are soon allayed, But not of kings.
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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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All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
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All live to die, and rise to fall.
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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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Religion hides many mischiefs from suspicion.
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Make me immortal with a kiss.
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Accurst be he that first invented war.
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That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
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Had I as many souls as there be stars, I’d give them all for Mephistopheles!
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Fools that will laugh on earth, most weep in hell.
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Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.
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There is no sin but ignorance.
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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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