Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEWhat feeds me destroys me.
More Christopher Marlowe Quotes
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Goodness is beauty in the best estate.
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What feeds me destroys me.
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It lies not in our power to love or hate, for will in us is overruled by fate.
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Nothing violent, oft have I heard tell, can be permanent.
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You must be proud, bold, pleasant, resolute, And now and then stab, as occasion serves.
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Infinite riches in a little room.
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Is it not passing brave to be a King and ride in triumph through Persepolis?
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Had I as many souls as there be stars, I’d give them all for Mephistopheles!
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Accurst be he that first invented war.
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That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
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The griefs of private men are soon allayed, But not of kings.
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He must have a long spoon that eats with the devil.
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I am Envy, I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.
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I count religion but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but ignorance.
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I’m armed with more than complete steel, – The justice of my quarrel.
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Time doth run with calm and silent foot, Shortening my days and thread of vital life.
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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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Live and die in Aristotle’s works.
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All places are alike, and every earth is fit for burial.
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Blood is the god of war’s rich livery.
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Lone women, like to empty houses, perish.
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Love is not full of pity (as men say) But deaf and cruel, where he means to pray.
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O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
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All live to die, and rise to fall.
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Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.
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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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