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.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWETime doth run with calm and silent foot, Shortening my days and thread of vital life.
More Christopher Marlowe Quotes
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Accurst be he that first invented war.
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Above our life we love a steadfast friend.
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Goodness is beauty in the best estate.
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That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
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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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My men like satyrs grazing on the lawns, / Shall with their goat-feet dance an antic hay.
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Fools that will laugh on earth, most weep in hell.
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Lone women, like to empty houses, perish.
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Is it not passing brave to be a King and ride in triumph through Persepolis?
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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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O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
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What feeds me destroys me.
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Strike up the drum and march courageously.
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Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.
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We control fifty percent of a relationship. We influence one hundred percent of it.
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What are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day?
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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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The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike
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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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Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.
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Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?
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I’m armed with more than complete steel, – The justice of my quarrel.
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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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Things that are not at all, are never lost.
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Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.
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Love me little, love me long.
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