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Christopher Marlowe Quote - That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.

That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.

Christopher Marlowe

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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.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE

Hell Limitation Oneself Place
Till swollen with cunning, of a self-conceit, His waxen wings did mount above his reach, And, melting, Heavens conspir’d his overthrow.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE

Heaven Himself Reach Wings
I am Envy, I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.
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Book Burn Jealous Myself Reading
Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE

Mom Rhyme
He must have a long spoon that eats with the devil.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE

Devil Eat Himself
It lies not in our power to love or hate, for will in us is overruled by fate.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE

Fate Hate Love Lying Ourselves Power
More childish valorous than manly wise.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE

Children Man Wisdom
He that loves pleasure must for pleasure fall.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE

Fall Happiness Love Yourself
Religion hides many mischiefs from suspicion.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE

Hide Mischief Religion Suspicious
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.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE

Death Ourselves Sin Truth
Nothing violent, oft have I heard tell, can be permanent.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE

Myself Talk Violence
While money doesn’t buy love, it puts you in a great bargaining position.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE

Love Money Position Price Yourself
All places are alike, and every earth is fit for burial.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE

Death Earth Grave Place
Make me immortal with a kiss.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE

Immortal Kiss Love Myself Romance
Infinite riches in a little room.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE

Infinite One Liner Rich Room
What feeds me destroys me.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE

Destroy Feed Food Myself
All women are ambitious naturally.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE

Ambitious Natural Woman
Lone women, like to empty houses, perish.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE

Disappear Empty Lonely Woman
Blood is the god of war’s rich livery.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE

Blood God Rich War
My men like satyrs grazing on the lawns, / Shall with their goat-feet dance an antic hay.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE

Dance Field Man Myself
Hell strives with grace for conquest in my breast. What shall I do to shun the snares of death?
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE

Death Grace Hell Myself Unknown
Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE

Born Respect Spring Virtue
The griefs of private men are soon allayed, But not of kings.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE

Grief King Man Privacy
Accurst be he that first invented war.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE

Invention War
That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE

Earth Nature Perfection Sweet
Is it not passing brave to be a King and ride in triumph through Persepolis?
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE

Brave King Ride Success
Unhappy spirits that fell with Lucifer, Conspired against our God with Lucifer, And are for ever damned with Lucifer.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE

God Happiness Hell Ourselves Religious Spirit

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