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Christopher Marlowe Quote - Love is not full of pity (as men say) But deaf and cruel, where he means to pray.

Love is not full of pity (as men say) But deaf and cruel, where he means to pray.

Christopher Marlowe

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Accurst be he that first invented war.
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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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Time doth run with calm and silent foot, Shortening my days and thread of vital life.
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I count religion but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but ignorance.
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What feeds me destroys me.
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That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
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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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You stars that reigned at my nativity, whose influence hath allotted death and hell.
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The griefs of private men are soon allayed, But not of kings.
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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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Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.
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The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike
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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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