Make me immortal with a kiss.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEHad I as many souls as there be stars, I’d give them all for Mephistopheles!
More Christopher Marlowe Quotes
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All places are alike, and every earth is fit for burial.
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Honour is purchas’d by the deeds we do.
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Religion! O Diabole! Fie, I am asham’d, however that I seem, To think a word of such simple sound, Of such great matter should be made the ground.
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Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum?
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It is a comfort to the miserable to have comrades in misfortune, but it is a poor comfort after all.
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All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
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Love me little, love me long.
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That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
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Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?
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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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Infinite riches in a little room.
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Fools that will laugh on earth, most weep in hell.
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He that loves pleasure must for pleasure fall.
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While money doesn’t buy love, it puts you in a great bargaining position.
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Above our life we love a steadfast friend.
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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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There is no sin but ignorance.
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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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Goodness is beauty in the best estate.
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You stars that reigned at my nativity, whose influence hath allotted death and hell.
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Lone women, like to empty houses, perish.
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O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
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Time doth run with calm and silent foot, Shortening my days and thread of vital life.
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Accurst be he that first invented war.
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Live and die in Aristotle’s works.
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Till swollen with cunning, of a self-conceit, His waxen wings did mount above his reach, And, melting, Heavens conspir’d his overthrow.
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