More childish valorous than manly wise.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEMore childish valorous than manly wise.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEThe griefs of private men are soon allayed, But not of kings.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEAll live to die, and rise to fall.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEAll places shall be hell that are not heaven.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEIf 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.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEThe stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWELove is not full of pity (as men say) But deaf and cruel, where he means to pray.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEHe that loves pleasure must for pleasure fall.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEYou stars that reigned at my nativity, whose influence hath allotted death and hell.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEWhat feeds me destroys me.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWELone women, like to empty houses, perish.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEStrike up the drum and march courageously.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWECome 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.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEWhat are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day?
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEJigging veins of rhyming mother wits.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEInfinite riches in a little room.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE