The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEIf we say that we have no sin, We deceive ourselves, and there’s no truth in us. Why then belike we must sin, And so consequently die. Ay, we must die an everlasting death.
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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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That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
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All women are ambitious naturally.
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What feeds me destroys me.
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Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum?
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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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What are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day?
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If we say that we have no sin, We deceive ourselves, and there’s no truth in us. Why then belike we must sin, And so consequently die. Ay, we must die an everlasting death.
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I am Envy, I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.
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Make me immortal with a kiss.
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I’m armed with more than complete steel, – The justice of my quarrel.
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Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.
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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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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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Is it not passing brave to be a King and ride in triumph through Persepolis?
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Religion hides many mischiefs from suspicion.
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He that loves pleasure must for pleasure fall.
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It lies not in our power to love or hate, for will in us is overruled by fate.
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Infinite riches in a little room.
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I count religion but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but ignorance.
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More childish valorous than manly wise.
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Honour is purchas’d by the deeds we do.
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Live and die in Aristotle’s works.
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Blood is the god of war’s rich livery.
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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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All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
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