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.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEHell strives with grace for conquest in my breast. What shall I do to shun the snares of death?
More Christopher Marlowe Quotes
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All women are ambitious naturally.
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The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike
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More childish valorous than manly wise.
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Goodness is beauty in the best estate.
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You stars that reigned at my nativity, whose influence hath allotted death and hell.
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Is it not passing brave to be a King and ride in triumph through Persepolis?
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I’m armed with more than complete steel, – The justice of my quarrel.
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I am Envy, I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.
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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 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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Things that are not at all, are never lost.
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Fools that will laugh on earth, most weep in hell.
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Strike up the drum and march courageously.
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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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