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Christopher Marlowe Quote - What feeds me destroys me.

What feeds me destroys me.

Christopher Marlowe

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All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
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Heaven Hell Place Spiritual
Unhappy spirits that fell with Lucifer, Conspired against our God with Lucifer, And are for ever damned with Lucifer.
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God Happiness Hell Ourselves Religious Spirit
Time doth run with calm and silent foot, Shortening my days and thread of vital life.
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Calm Life Silence Time
Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.
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Mom Rhyme
Love is not full of pity (as men say) But deaf and cruel, where he means to pray.
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Cruelty Himself Love Man Prayer
All live to die, and rise to fall.
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Death Fall Live One Liner Rise
I count religion but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but ignorance.
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Children Ignorance Myself Religion Sin Toys
I am Envy, I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.
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Book Burn Jealous Myself Reading
Come 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.
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Happiness Live Love Nature
We control fifty percent of a relationship. We influence one hundred percent of it.
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Influence Oneself Relationship
There is no sin but ignorance.
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Ignorance One Liner Perspective Religious Sin
Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever lov’d, that lov’d not at first sight?
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Couple Love See
All women are ambitious naturally.
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Ambitious Natural Woman
Make me immortal with a kiss.
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Immortal Kiss Love Myself Romance
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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Heaven Himself Reach Wings
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

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