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Christopher Marlowe Quote - Our swords shall play the orators for us.

Our swords shall play the orators for us.

Christopher Marlowe

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Live and die in Aristotle’s works.
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Death Live Work
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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Happiness Hate Myself Poverty Respect Wealth
All live to die, and rise to fall.
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Death Fall Live One Liner Rise
I’m armed with more than complete steel, – The justice of my quarrel.
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Fight Justice Myself Preparation War Weapon
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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Death Ourselves Sin Truth
Infinite riches in a little room.
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Infinite One Liner Rich Room
There is no sin but ignorance.
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Ignorance One Liner Perspective Religious Sin
Our swords shall play the orators for us.
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Ourselves Play Sword
Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.
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Money Reason Wealth
All women are ambitious naturally.
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Ambitious Natural Woman
The griefs of private men are soon allayed, But not of kings.
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Grief King Man Privacy
It is a comfort to the miserable to have comrades in misfortune, but it is a poor comfort after all.
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Comfortable Misery Misfortune Poor
Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum?
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Burn Destruction Face Start War
What feeds me destroys me.
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Destroy Feed Food Myself
My men like satyrs grazing on the lawns, / Shall with their goat-feet dance an antic hay.
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Dance Field Man Myself
What are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day?
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Day King Perfection Shadow Sunshine

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