Blood is the god of war’s rich livery.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEAll live to die, and rise to fall.
More Christopher Marlowe Quotes
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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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Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.
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Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.
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There is no sin but ignorance.
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All places are alike, and every earth is fit for burial.
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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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What feeds me destroys me.
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All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
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Strike up the drum and march courageously.
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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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Live and die in Aristotle’s works.
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The griefs of private men are soon allayed, But not of kings.
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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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I’m armed with more than complete steel, – The justice of my quarrel.
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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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